human
Why, whatever is the matter?
gpt
I am so sick I believe I shall die,
human
Oh, cheer up, cheer up! cried Father Thrift briskly.
gpt
Why should you _want_ to die?
human
That's it--I don't! returned the bear sorrowfully.
gpt
But I believe my time has come.
human
Where do you feel the worst--in your stomach?
gpt
Yes, replied Shaggy Bear.
human
That is where the trouble started.
gpt
Now, first of all, let me tell you that you are not going to die, not yet. But should you keep on eating as you have eaten in the past few weeks, you could never expect to be strong and healthy.
human
Why?
gpt
I am going to suggest something for you to do, Shaggy,
human
This makes you sick. And while perhaps you wouldn't die from it, you would grow to be cross and disagreeable. Then no one would like you. Would that be any better?
gpt
But what am I to do?