human
Oh, my valise, with all my clothes in it! he cried, as he looked down into the hole, which had been covered over with loose leaves and dirt so he couldn't see it before falling in.
gpt
I wonder how I can get my things back again?
human
Ah, ha! cried Uncle Wiggily.
gpt
At last I have found the pot of gold, even if the rainbow isn't here. That is yellow, and yellow is the color of gold. Now my fortune is made. I will get that gold and go back home.