human
How did you happen to be where I fell?
gpt
I always sleep on the sands, replied the other, wagging his head solemnly.
human
It's my fad. Fresh air, you know. I'm called the 'Fresh-Air Fiend.' I suppose you're a new inhabitant. You seem rather queer.
gpt
I'm made of gingerbread,
human
Well, that certainly is unusual, so I've no doubt you will be warmly welcomed in our Island,
gpt
But where am I?
human
This is the Isle of Phreex, answered the other,