human
Tell me what has happened to my garden?
gpt
Sire, moaned the oak tree,
human
I am most unhappy. See how thick my trunk is and how gnarled and twisted my great branches are. Now the pine tree, which stands at the other end of the garden, is a picture of grace and beauty. How tall and slender the stem is, and what dainty needles—like leaves—adorn the branches.
gpt
What troubles you, slender pine tree?
human
Sire, replied the pine,
gpt
I've been wishing for many a day that I could bear luscious grapes such as ripen on the vine which trails over the garden wall. To bear rich clusters of purple fruit must, indeed, bring great happiness.