human
Oh, you mean 'The Fight of the Paso del Mar,' said Migwan.
gpt
The one where the two fight and tumble over into the sea. I wore the page that poem was on completely out of the book reading it so often, and wished and wished I had been there to see it happen.
human
So did I,
gpt
Let's do it, said Katherine suddenly.
human
We have all the props. Here's the mule, and the rocky shore--that low wedge around the base of the cliff will do beautifully for the Paso del Mar. And 'gusty and raw is the morning,' just the way the poem says, and if there isn't enough fog to 'tear its skirts on the mountain trees,' we can pretend this light mist is a real fog. Everything is here, even the bell on the mule. I'll be Pablo of San Diego and, Hinpoha, you be Bernal.
gpt
Migwan would make a better Bernal, said Hinpoha modestly.
human
No, said Katherine decidedly,