human
That is queer gold, thought the old gentleman rabbit.
gpt
I never saw moving gold before. I wonder if it is a good kind.
human
Why, that is crying gold, too, he said.
gpt
This is very strange.
human
Oh, help! Will some one please help me?
gpt
Why, this is most strange of all! the rabbit cried.
human
It is talking gold. Perhaps there is a fairy about.
gpt
Oh, I only wish there was one! cried the yellow object in the tree.
human
If I saw a fairy I'd ask her to set me free.
gpt
What's that? Who are you?
human
Oh, I'm a poor little yellow bird, was the answer,
gpt
How did you know my name was Uncle Wiggily?
human
I could tell it by your ears--your wiggling ears, was the answer.
gpt
But please climb up and help me.
human
Rabbits can't climb trees, said Uncle Wiggily.
gpt
But I will tell you what I'll do. I'll gnaw the tree down with my sharp teeth, for they are sharp, even if I am a little old. Then, when it falls, I can reach the string, untie it, and you will be free.