human
Bruno, w'at for you kill De moose an' caribou of de hill An' fill de woods wit' deir blood until You could run a mill night an' day?
gpt
So de devil ketch heem of course at las'.
human
Mebbe you lak to be moose youse'f, An' see how de hunter go, So I 'll change your dogs into loup garou,[1] An' wance on de year dey 'll be chasin' you-- An' res' of de tam w'en de sport is troo, You 'll pass wit' me down below.