human
I hope they are satisfied, now that they have stolen from us all our soft, warm fleece.
gpt
What are they going to do with it?
human
Oh, they will spin it into threads and make coats for the men and dresses for the women. For men are such strange creatures that no wool grows on them at all, and that is why they selfishly rob us of our fleece that they may cover their own skinny bodies!
gpt
It must be horrid to be a man, said the Black Sheep,
human
But what a shame it is, continued the ram,
gpt
I don't mind, bleated a young lamb named Frisky, as it kicked up its heels and gambolled about upon the grass;
human
Oh, indeed! sneered the ram,
gpt
Oh, I wouldn't mind, said the lamb again;
human
I shall grow more wool by winter-time, and I'm sure I don't look any worse than you do.