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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Irvine, Welsh, favorite with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Literary?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'The Last Tiger'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide a description for a book titled The Last Tiger about Kate, Greenaway, Medal with the genre: Children's Books, Science, Nature & How It Works.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: the author is an author-illustrator who has won several awards and been nominated for the Kate Greenaway Medal. Her children, Toby, Clemmie and Benjy, often star in her books. Her website is www.rebeccaelliott.com
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the first four paragraphs for this book.. Start with the sentence 'The Last Tiger
  In the distance, beyond Father's bowed head, below the river's swell and past the few great trees that once stood surrounded by forest, there were people, waiting'.
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conversations.value: The Last Tiger
  In the distance, beyond Father's bowed head, below the river's swell and past the few great trees that once stood surrounded by forest, there were people, waiting.
  My mother raised her hand to shield her eyes and peered to the skies; the hot sun drew all the colour from the land. "They come and we will all meet them together, here, where we will make our new home."
  Mother paused, then stooped before me. For a moment I caught sight of the tears in her eyes. I had seen so many of her tears on our voyage that I did not know what to say or do. I turned to see if my brother, younger than me by one year, had an answer, but it was just an instinct; at once I remembered he was gone from us.
  Where I stood my mother held me tightly, but I did not struggle; I knew she wished to hide her tears from me. I rested my face upon her shoulder and watched the wide open country unfolding. I saw the snow-capped ridges of the mountains, small but rugged. Past the grassy plains and the river valleys I saw the dense woods and the impassable rainforests, and as we came closer to the island I saw the button grass plains and the distant mountain ranges. They were surrounded in forest and stretched as far as my gaze carried into this new land.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide four more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: My senses became heightened as I wandered through the ragged and twisted strands of tanglefoot which crossed my path. The lantern lit the way beyond me and shone further into the dense wood, but I saw nothing there except a single set of owl eyes which caught me unawares upon a low branch. The owl let out a flat hoot and I removed the lantern's glare quickly.
  I crossed miles of boggy spear grass flats, soft as dough underfoot. I waded waist-deep through great stretches of brown water and its stench made my skin crawl with horror.
  I had all but given up. I knew my tiger was a wise beast and would not show himself to me unless he knew he must.
  For a short time I toyed with the hope that my shouts to him – where he fed with his mate – had turned him from this place.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The lantern lit the way beyond me and shone further into the dense wood, but I saw nothing there except a single set of owl eyes which caught me unawares upon a low branch. The owl let out a flat hoot and I removed the lantern's glare quickly.
  I crossed miles of boggy spear grass flats, soft as dough underfoot. I waded waist-deep through great stretches of brown water and its stench made my skin crawl with horror.
  I had all but given up. I knew my tiger was a wise beast and would not show himself to me unless he knew he must.
  For a short time I toyed with the hope that my shouts to him – where he fed with his mate – had turned him from this place.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: A slow wind breezed among the reed-sheaves and the steady rainfall washed the sloughed bark strips in the grey's path, but failed to slow her. For miles she galloped on, beating hard through the forests and lower foothills until we reached the silver fields of bracken on the edge of the plains.
  The expanse of air calmed the grey's ardour and she dropped into a settled trot. I felt relieved to give up the wild galloping, but as we travelled slowly towards the sparse vegetation of the gulch that skirted the central plateau, I found my own emotions begin to alter.
  Thoughts of my father's face on the night I deserted my family stampeded on my mind. I had not believed he held any feelings before then, but now I saw the blood leave his cheeks again and I followed his eyes as they pitched from side to side, searching for the answer to my accusations. I tried to push away the idea, but it did not subside.
  The rain stopped falling as I looked up from the grey's back. The sky above was lit with a wide flash of amethyst. At its edges the deep blue turned to black and then the sun slid beneath the horizon. A moon was already waiting to take the sun's place and the air felt still and cool. Night approached fast. On the island, all was as it should be.
  Tony Black was born in NSW, Australia and grew up in Scotland and Ireland. An award-winning writer, is his 12th novel. He lives in Scotland with his wife and son.