human
What a dear bird you are! cried the queen.
gpt
How you would please my husband if he were at home. But he's off visiting two-thirds of his kingdom and he won't be back until tomorrow evening.
human
Wring the neck of that wretched bird, or it will stain you with blood!
gpt
Why should it stain me with blood? the daughter answered.
human
The dear innocent thing!
gpt
Dear innocent mischief! shrieked the witch.
human
Here, give it to me and I'll wring its neck!