conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled The Bears on Hemlock Mountain about Story, Alice, Dagliesh with the genre: Children's Books, Humor.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Alice Dagliesh wrote many books for young readers, including The Thanksgiving Story, The Fourth of July Story, the Bears on Hemlock Mountain, and The Little Wooden Farmer , all available from Aladdin.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first three paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Bears on Hemlock Mountain
  Jonathan lived in a gray stone farmhouse at the foot of Hemlock Mountain. Now Hemlock Mountain was not a mountain at all, it was a hill, and not a very big one. But someone had started calling it Hemlock Mountain, and the name had stuck. Now everyone talked about "going over Hemlock Mountain."
  It was the year when Jonathan was eight that he went over Hemlock Mountain. He was a fine big boy for his age. That was why his mother could send him over the Mountain all by himself.
  The winter had been a cold one. Even now, in early spring, there was snow on the ground. The birds and the squirrels and the rabbits had a hard time finding anything to eat, so every day Jonathan remembered to feed them. Jonathan loved animals and birds. He knew the tracks that each one made in the snow.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: All the rabbits went hopping back to the woods. The squirrels looked around with their paws on their hearts. Then, whisk! and away up the trees. The birds flew up into the branches. Jonathan was alone.
  Now Jonathan started down the other side of Hemlock Mountain. It was very still and his boots went crunch, crunch, crunch on the snow. Jonathan could look back and see the endless footprints he was making.
  It was quiet, so quiet! To keep up his courage Jonathan said to himself, marking time to the sound of his steps on the snow:
  He went down the mountain much faster than he had come up. At the bottom he stopped and looked back at the enormous footprints he had made in the snow. There were no other footprints, not any at all. Jonathan had been the only one on Hemlock Mountain. It made him feel lonesome just to think of it.
  And as Jonathan stood still, there was a strange, small sound. Drip, drip, drip! The sun was warm on the south side of the mountain and the snow and ice were beginning to melt. Drip, drip, drip from the branches of trees. Drip, drip, drip from the rocks.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last two paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The firelight shone through the open door. It made a warm, golden path on the snow. And in the doorway was Jonathan's mother.
  Then he took the iron pot from his father and set it down in the middle of the floor. Now his voice was proud.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The firelight shone through the open door. It made a warm, golden path on the snow. And in the doorway was Jonathan's mother.
  Then he took the iron pot from his father and set it down in the middle of the floor.