human
I wish you'd kept your old flying machine, said the jay bird sorrowfully.
gpt
But you wanted to buy it back, said the little rabbit,
human
Perhaps not, replied the sorrowful jay bird,
gpt
Why, what's the trouble?
human
I had an accident,
gpt
I ran into a thunder cloud and spilled out all the lightning, and, oh dear, oh dear. I just hate to talk about it, but I will. The lightning jumped all around and then struck the old tower clock and broke the main spring, so that it wouldn't go any more, and now nobody in Rabbitville can tell the day of the month, or when it will be Thanksgiving or Fourth of July.
human
Let's go to the clock maker and ask him to fix it,