conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know a description for a book titled Fudge-a-Mania about School, Library, Journal with the genre: Children's Books, Growing Up & Facts of Life?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Just the right doses of surprise and laughter to keep turning the pages. --  School Library Journal
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the first four paragraphs for this book? Start with the sentence 'Fudge-a-Mania
  He waited while I wrote that down'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Fudge-a-Mania
  He waited while I wrote that down. Then he yawned. "That's it for tonight, Pete. Tomorrow I'll write Chapter Two."
  I had a dream that night, but it wasn't about Isobel. It was about Sheila Tubman! I woke up feeling really disappointed.
  That's when I burped. I didn't mean to. It just came out. Probably I drank my orange juice too fast. But Sheila glared at me. "I heard that, Peter!"
  Sheila turned to Buzzy Senior. "Grandpa... make him stop! He's so mean... he's glad Mouse can't come to Maine."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know five more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The three of us polished off a bag of chips, a box of cookies and all the juice. Then we hit the fruit.
  After lunch we relaxed for a while. Dad took a snooze. Grandma and Mrs. Tubman had a heavy discussion about the problems of the city. Mr. Tubman read a mystery. And the three of us played Hearts with the deck of cards Sheila had brought in her pack. "I'm always prepared," she told us.
  Sheila's outburst woke Dad. He checked his watch. "We better get started. We'll be heading into the wind on the way back so it's going to take longer."
  Once we were under way it felt a lot colder than before. We pulled on sweatshirts. Sheila shivered and moved closer to me. I moved away from her and closer to Jimmy. It got more and more windy as the sky filled with big gray clouds. The boat tipped and water splashed over the rail, spraying us.
  Jimmy was trying to breathe through his nose, like Grandma said. I think he was more scared than sick.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Then we hit the fruit.
  After lunch we relaxed for a while. Dad took a snooze. Grandma and Mrs. Tubman had a heavy discussion about the problems of the city. Mr. Tubman read a mystery. And the three of us played Hearts with the deck of cards Sheila had brought in her pack. "I'm always prepared," she told us.
  Sheila's outburst woke Dad. He checked his watch. "We better get started. We'll be heading into the wind on the way back so it's going to take longer."
  Once we were under way it felt a lot colder than before. We pulled on sweatshirts. Sheila shivered and moved closer to me. I moved away from her and closer to Jimmy. It got more and more windy as the sky filled with big gray clouds. The boat tipped and water splashed over the rail, spraying us.
  Jimmy was trying to breathe through his nose, like Grandma said. I think he was more scared than sick.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the last four paragraphs? Start with the sentence 'He repeated my line'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He repeated my line. "There's a lot of stuff you know and you don't even know how you know it!" Then he laughed like crazy. "That's a tongue twister, Pete."
  The next day he was at it again. In the elevator he asked Sheila Tubman, "How much money do you have, Sheila?"
  He told her anyway. I knew he would. "I have fourteen dollars and seventy-four cents. I mise my money every night before I go to sleep."
  By then the elevator reached the lobby. "Your brother has no values," Sheila said as we walked to the door of our building. Outside, she turned and headed toward Broadway.