human
Gwen done promised me'n Josh to have some gingerbread made by the time we gits back from hiking, broke in Bobby.
gpt
I is a-hopin' that all this joltin' is gonter shake down my lunch some, 'cause sho's you's born I don't want what I done et. If Josephus stumbles agin I reckon my stomick will growl an' then I'm most sho' I kin hole a leetle mo' if it's gingerbread. Gwen kin make the bes'es' an' sof'es' an' blackes' gingerbread what I ever et.