human
This has been going on for some time. War is now declared. Our enemies are stronger, wiser and richer than ourselves. Daddy Graymouse has lost his life, Limpy-toes had lost some toes, and I have lost a generous piece out of one ear. We must consider the safety of our children. It is wise, therefore, to retreat before it is too late,
gpt
My dears, we are going to move.
human
Out into the country?
gpt
Out into the barn.
human
Oh, dear!
gpt
Boo-hoo!
human
Listen, dearies, argued Mammy patiently.
gpt
Our lives are no longer safe in this attic. Our enemies are cruel. We must go. But Grand-daddy and Uncle Squeaky will go with us. You will have Dot, Scamper, Wink and Wiggle for playmates. Just think what fun you ten children will have together. Uncle Squeaky knows a snug place in the hay loft where we can live in safety. There's plenty of grain in the barrels and the store is still across the street. We older folk may even venture into the Giant's pantry now and then. But we think it best to take you children out of danger.
human
It might be worse,
gpt
I shall love to have Cousin Dot with us,
human
And Wink and Wiggle,
gpt
Prob'ly Granny will make us some ginger cookies, drawled Buster.
human
But oh, Mammy, what hard work it will be to move!
gpt
It will, indeed, agreed Mother Graymouse,
human
We must not forget our needles and thread, said Silver Ears.
gpt
I mean to rummage in these trunks and get a whole lot of stuff for dresses and bonnets and patchwork. And our shopping bag--we must not forget that.