conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Secret, Country, Dubious with the genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Fantasy?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'The Dubious Hills'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Dubious Hills
  Arry opened the door to call the cats. It was a cold night, but with a green spring cold, not the dry baked cold of autumn or the damp and penetrating cold of winter. The moon was full; it crowded out the stars in its half of the sky and put a thin blue skim-milk light over the mud of the yard, the slate stepping stones, the cover of the well, the lilac bushes with their new leaves—and there was the white cat crouched under the pine tree, from which during the day the squirrels teased her.
  Arry stepped outside, leaving the door open. The black cat shot around the corner of the house and through the doorway. The white cat yawned.
  Woollycat got up and walked around to the other side of the tree. Arry preferred to have the cats sleep on her feet, and she knew that cats loved to be warm. She stepped into the mud and squelched her way over to the tree.
  Arry flinched. Somebody was badly hurt; somebody sounded as if he had fallen out of the tree and broken his back. She began to skid down the hill, calling, "Who is it?"
  As they went through the door into the house, the white cat whipped between their feet, thudded across the wooden floor, and scrambled up the ladder into the attic. At least, thought Arry, she wouldn't have to go out again looking for her later. She shut the door, and in the light of the lamps she had lit to cut Con's hair she looked at Oonan.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about Arry's, Arry, supposed, catching.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Dubious Hills
  Arry opened the door to call the cats. It was a cold night, but with a green spring cold, not the dry baked cold of autumn or the damp and penetrating cold of winter. The moon was full; it crowded out the stars in its half of the sky and put a thin blue skim-milk light over the mud of the yard, the slate stepping stones, the cover of the well, the lilac bushes with their new leaves—and there was the white cat crouched under the pine tree, from which during the day the squirrels teased her. 
  Arry stepped outside, leaving the door open. The black cat shot around the corner of the house and through the doorway. The white cat yawned. 
  Woollycat got up and walked around to the other side of the tree. Arry's mother had always said Arry was too tender of those cats, which were supposed to spend their nights outside working, catching rats and mice and the little sleek voles that ate the tender shoots of the new oats. Arry preferred to have the cats sleep on her feet, and she knew that cats loved to be warm. She stepped into the mud and squelched her way over to the tree. 
  Arry flinched. Somebody was badly hurt; somebody sounded as if he had fallen out of the tree and broken his back. She began to skid down the hill, calling, "Who is it?"
  As they went through the door into the house, the white cat whipped between their feet, thudded across the wooden floor, and scrambled up the ladder into the attic. At least, thought Arry, she wouldn't have to go out again looking for her later. She shut the door, and in the light of the lamps she had lit to cut Con's hair she looked at Oonan.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me three more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Oonan stood up all the way and began pacing the floor again. Arry watched him. They did this for a very long weary while. Arry's chin bumped her chest. She pulled her head back up, blinking. A great dark shape came through the open door, darted past Oonan, and seized the blanket of the bed in its jaws. Arry shot off the bed. The large wolf gave her a brief considering glance, curled its lip at her, and dragged the blanket back out the door.
  Nothing happened for some time. Then Arry twitched all over and almost fell off the bed, and at the same moment Oonan tripped over something and bumped the wall, or at any rate that was what it sounded like. They had not heard the wolf come, but in the quiet after Oonan bumped the wall they heard the sound of a bare foot stirring the gravel, and then someone was standing in the doorway, blocking all the light.
  Oonan went into one corner and lit a lantern. He stood up, holding the light out before him, and made a sound as if somebody had hit him in the stomach.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He stood up, holding the light out before him, and made a sound as if somebody had hit him in the stomach. Arry watched him. They did this for a very long weary while. Arry's chin bumped her chest. She pulled her head back up, blinking. A great dark shape came through the open door, darted past Oonan, and seized the blanket of the bed in its jaws. Arry shot off the bed. The large wolf gave her a brief considering glance, curled its lip at her, and dragged the blanket back out the door.
  Nothing happened for some time. Then Arry twitched all over and almost fell off the bed, and at the same moment Oonan tripped over something and bumped the wall, or at any rate that was what it sounded like. They had not heard the wolf come, but in the quiet after Oonan bumped the wall they heard the sound of a bare foot stirring the gravel, and then someone was standing in the doorway, blocking all the light.
  Oonan went into one corner and lit a lantern.Oonan stood up all the way and began pacing the floor again.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last paragraph.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: They crossed the river at the Waterpale ferry just at dawn. The ferrywoman was sleepy but amiable. Arry gave her one of Frances's coins, which she took as if there were nothing unusual about it.