human
What in the name of goodness——
gpt
Look, Mother, what are those things over there? called Lige.
human
Do you think they are some kind of animals?
gpt
Sheep!
human
No, they’re too small for sheep, said Mrs. Peniman, puckering her forehead and narrowing her eyes;
gpt
They’ve got a queer gait, cried Joe,
human
Oh, no, they’re not fowl of any kind.
gpt
Will they bite, Mother?
human
Maybe they’re coyotes,
gpt
Look, Father, what are those things over yonder?
human
Hurry up, boys, he cried,
gpt
But what is it, Father?
human
It is called ’tumble-weed.’ It is a sort of bush, with a small, slender stalk. During the summer this bush grows almost round, and when the fibre of the plant dries the stalk becomes brittle and the first hard wind breaks it off; then the bush rolls over and over across the plains, sometimes traveling for miles before a high wind.
gpt
Oh-h, cried Lige, with a falling inflection of disappointment in his voice,
human
I thought it might be something interesting.
gpt
So it is something interesting, said Mrs. Peniman.
human
Did you ever see a more interesting sight than that? It looks like a Lilliputian army marching toward us! Hurry up everybody, get in line, let’s stop all we can. I know they will make a splendid fire.