human
Why is it, I would like to know, said young Scratchfoot, throwing the sand over himself,
gpt
Hush up, Scratchfoot, said Topknot,
human
Mr. Mike, what is your riddle? I will try my hand at it. What is it?
gpt
What kind of a cravat would our friend Mr. Hog be most likely to choose? said Red Nose Mike, then added:
human
I have offered a prize of those six worms I found just now to the one that tells me what it is.
gpt
That is very easy. Have these people, sensible too they call themselves, been trying so long to guess that riddle? Hand over your worms, Mr. Mike, for I know it,
human
The worms come after the riddle,
gpt
The answer is a pig's tie.
human
Right, and here are the worms!
gpt
Mrs. Henny Penny, why do you insist on sitting on your nest forever? It is so pleasant outdoors; you might be fattening on worms instead of up here on your nest as if you were glued to it,
human
My dear, I see you do not understand.
gpt
No, I don't understand, and only silly people say there is anything to understand in it,
human
Dear, you said awhile ago that no one ought to stay in this fine weather, so I wish you would please go out.
gpt
O! Mr. Mike, what is that noise? O! O! Mr. Mike, it is Scratchfoot; he has fallen. See, Mr. Mike,
human
Ladies and gentlemen, please all get together and listen to this sad news I have to tell you.
gpt
Knowing as I do that young Scratchfoot, of our beloved Fowl Farm, has gotten up such a reputation, not only for finding the nicest, fattest worms, not only for guessing riddles or telling the best stories, but for fighting off any rooster that does harm to the people, I wish to break the dreadful news as best I can that Scratchfoot is dead!