human
Buggara wuggara, boogle jum jum! I will have all, and my cat shall have some. Boogle jum! boogle jmm! buggara boom! Down with the teapot and up with the broom!
gpt
The cat jumped up on the stove, without seeming to mind the heat in the least, though the iron was nearly red hot. He lifted the lid of the teapot, and took out--what do you think, now? You will never believe me, but I am not responsible for the story. He took out--a broom. A long broom, with a bright red handle, which seemed somehow as if it was alive, for it actually wriggled as the cat, leaping down from the stove, handed it to his mistress. The old woman snatched it, and waved it three times round Polly's head. Then she mounted the stick as if it were a horse, and calling once more to her cat, she rose in the air, and vanished up the chimney, the cat sitting beside her on the broom-stick, and grinning hideously at Polly as long as he remained in sight. That was truly dreadful, was it not? that comes of leaving little girls alone all day, which is a very bad plan.
human
But is that all? asked Puffy.
gpt
Doesn't it tell what became of Polly, and the teapot? You haven't told any end to the story, Mr. Moonman.
human
Exactly! I replied.
gpt
There isn't any end to it. But there is an end to this night, and that end has come. Farewell, my mouse, till to-morrow night.