human
It was Monday, toward the close of the day, relates our traveller,
gpt
We were reduced, says our traveller,
human
Oh, certainly! one never sees us, like you other mollahs, remain days and weeks sitting in the same place; man is made for movement. See! the sun, the moon, the stars, the animals, the fish, the birds, everything moves in this world; only death remains motionless. As she finished these words, the cry was heard,
gpt
The wolf! the wolf!