human
First--sure as I stand here--as I was going along with my basket, I thought the dog was behind me--and she grabbed him, and run off with him!
gpt
That ain't true; he's lying, monsieur le commissaire. The dog was ahead of him--a long way ahead of him--when I saw the little creature, and I said: 'He hasn't got any master,' and I picked him up. If he was his, why didn't he say: 'That's my dog.' But he let me pick him up, and it wasn't till madame overtook him that he began to run after me and yell: 'Stop thief!'--What is there to prove that the dog belongs to them and not to me?
human
Put the dog on the floor, and let both of these ladies call him; I will give him to the one he follows.