human
Now this will never do! said Uncle Jack.
gpt
Too many cooks spoil the broth, as we know, and we must not spoil our feast. Nibble, do you go and gather brush and make a fire. Hap and Hazard shall pick some flowers to make wreaths and posies, and Brighteyes shall help me to set the table.
human
And what fell I do? asked little Downy, piteously;
gpt
I muf do fomefing!
human
So you shall, Downy, said Uncle Jack;