human
My friends, let us go to the death scaffold and cut off summer robes for ourselves from the tent skins.
gpt
No! Do not do so. It was a pity the young man died, and as his parents had nothing else to give up for him they made the death lodge and left it there.
human
What use can he get from the tent? asked the father.
gpt
We have no robes, so we wish to use part of the tent skins for ourselves.
human
Well, then, said the young man.
gpt
Go as you have said and we shall see what will happen.
human
Oh, wife, get my piece of white clay. I must scare one of those old men nearly to death.
gpt
Let them alone. They have no robes. Let them cut off robes for themselves.