human
Hi, Gram.
gpt
Allan! I thought sure you'd be late, the way the wind's drifting this snow.
human
We followed the snowplow up, Bud said, going to the table where his after-school snack always waited. He took a long drink of milk and a bite from a ginger cookie.
gpt
What's Gramps doing?
human
Trying to keep from driving himself and me too crazy, Gram said, sniffing.
gpt
I do swear, he's more anxious than a boy on his first hunt! All day long he hasn't done much of anything except ask me if I think you'll get Old Yellowfoot. It's a good thing he's working it off.
human
Do you think we'll get Old Yellowfoot?
gpt
Let's put it this way. I think you'll have fun hunting him.