human
Now, we'll fly right in through her window, said one owl,
gpt
Ha! This must never be! cried Uncle Wiggily.
human
I must save her. How can I do it? So he looked around, and he saw a broom, which the busy bug had left behind when she finished sweeping.
gpt
That will do!
human
Now, you bad owls, fly away or I'll shoot all your feathers off! Fly away and don't you harm my friend, the busy lady bug!