human
Tante, is supper never to be served? she asked.
gpt
I am impatient to see the live wren pie.
human
Live wren pie?
gpt
Yes. Have you never seen one?
human
Surely not,
gpt
Ah, you have a treat in store, she exclaimed, clapping her hands enthusiastically.
human
Uncle carves the pie, the wrens fly out, you open your mouth, and the birds, being very small, fly down your throat and save you the trouble eating them. They are trained to do it, you know.