human
Hope they won’t smell a rat—which is tar backwards, said Eves.
gpt
Perhaps the smell will have gone off a bit by the time it’s dark. Tell you what, we’ll cover it lightly with farm litter, and strew some more between here and the road; perhaps one smell will kill the other.
human
Good! cried Eves, surveying the completed work.
gpt
In the darkness they won’t see a thing.
human
Suppose they don’t come this way at all?
gpt
You’re a horrible pessimist. Is there a better way? Aren’t all my deductions good? Well, then, cheer up, and see if you can manage to laugh when the flies are trapped.