human
Oh dear, oh dear! whimpered Quailie, the tears running down his beak,
gpt
What's that, Quailie? asked the Falcon.
human
Do you think I can't catch you anywhere?
gpt
Not on my own ground!
human
What do you mean by that?
gpt
A ploughed field full of clods.
human
Oh, nonsense, Quailie, clods won't help you. Just try; off you go! I'll follow.
gpt
Come on, Falcon! cried he;