human
What! cried Rinkitink in horror,
gpt
Why not? returned Queen Cor.
human
You are as fat as a pincushion, as you must yourself admit, and whenever I needed a pin I could call you to me. Then she laughed at his frightened look and asked:
gpt
By the way, are you ticklish?
human
I should love to tickle the bottom of your feet with a feather, continued the cruel woman.
gpt
Please take off your shoes.
human
Oh, your Majesty! pleaded poor Rinkitink,
gpt
I beg you to allow me to amuse you in some other way. I can dance, or I can sing you a song.
human
Well, she answered, shaking with laughter,
gpt
I feel merry--indeed, Your Majesty, I do! protested Rinkitink, anxious to escape the tickling. But even as he professed to
human
Sing, then!