human
Well, my little fellow, cried Bellerophon, playfully pulling one of his curls,
gpt
I suppose you have often seen the winged horse.
human
That I have, answered the child, very readily.
gpt
I saw him yesterday, and many times before.
human
You are a fine little man! said Bellerophon, drawing the child closer to him.
gpt
Come, tell me all about it.
human
Why, replied the child,
gpt
I often come here to sail little boats in the fountain, and to gather pretty pebbles out of its basin. And sometimes, when I look down into the water, I see the image of the winged horse, in the picture of the sky that is there. I wish he would come down, and take me on his back, and let me ride him up to the moon! But, if I so much as stir to look at him, he flies far away out of sight.