human
What SHALL I do with all three of you? cried Peggy.
gpt
I can't ride three at once.
human
You'll be having one grand time to git shet o' the other two whichever one you DO take; they've been consoling themselves for your absence by stickin' together as thick as thieves: Where one goes, there goes 'tothers,
gpt
Then let them come along if they want to,
human
You couldn't lose 'em if you tried; first they love you, and then they're so stuck on each other you'd think it was one body with a dozen legs.