human
Where am I?
gpt
On a golden mountain; take the shovel and dig for gold.
human
Enough! finally shouted the master.
gpt
Thanks for thy help. Farewell!
human
And I--how shall I get down?
gpt
As thou pleasest; there have already perished nine and ninety of such fellows as thou. With thee the count will be rounded and thou wilt be the hundredth.
human
What shall I do? thought the poor merchant's son.
gpt
Impossible to go down! But to stay here means death, a cruel death from hunger.