human
Ye'd better run in: it's going to be a snow flurry.
gpt
A snow flurry! exclaimed Mrs. March, looking up at the bright blue sky overhead.
human
Where's the snow to come from?
gpt
Out o' that cloud, mum, replied Zeb, pointing to a black cloud just coming up over the top of the hill to the west.
human
Won't you have some sugared almonds?