human
Now that's a talent worth having, said the King to the miller;
gpt
Now set to work and spin all night, and if by early dawn you haven't spun the straw into gold you shall die.
human
Good evening, Miss Miller-maid; why are you crying so bitterly?
gpt
Oh! answered the girl,
human
I have to spin straw into gold, and haven't the slightest notion how it's done.
gpt
What will you give me if I spin it for you?
human
My necklace,