conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me a description for a story titled Band On The Run about with the genre: Humor & Entertainment, Humor.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: This story containsprofanity and drug use in comedic situations and is not for the easily offended.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first three paragraphs for this story.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Band On The Run
  Wolfie looked up. "I believe that is called a pattern, Dad. The pattern shows that I don't like taking classes."
  Wolfie stood against the wall of the school gymnasium. Ms. Stuckley, the gym teacher, was also the dance teacher. She asked everyone to warm up, and boys and girls began swooshing their arms through the air or spinning in circles or skipping across the floor.
  The boys wore gym shorts. The girls wore leotards. Some had on frilly tutus. Most of them were pink. Wolfie hated pink. She was wearing her usual outfit—a white T-shirt, overalls and sneakers.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Fly started to say something but stopped. He thought a minute and then shook his head. "I don't know! You just have to try. Are you ready?"
  Wolfie stood just behind Fly in the darkened doorway. She tried to make herself believe she was about to step onto a real stage in a real theater. But how could you imagine what wasn't real? She closed her eyes.
  How strange, thought Wolfie. The voice didn't sound like Fly at all. She could tell he was stepping through the doorway, so she opened her eyes a little to follow.
  Wolfie looked. And saw that she was on a big stage with colored spotlights shining down on them. And out front were rows and rows of...people? Yes, hundreds of them, all cheering for her and Fly. How could that be? Where were the stuffed animals? Where was her living room?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last two paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He settled on peanut butter raisin. Their parents went to a table while Wolfie and Fly sat on the step outside. "That was some day," Fly said.
  Thanks again to ace editor Samantha Swenson and the crack team at Tundra Books. A finer bunch I never met.