human
We have changed places, Angelique, dear, the child often said.
gpt
It used to be you who was always croaking and looking for trouble. Now you see only brightness.
human
Well, good sooth. 'Tis a long lane has no turnin', and better late nor never. Sometimes 'tis well to say 'stay good trouble lest worser comes,' eh? But things'll mend. They must. Now, run and climb the tree. It might be this ver' minute that wretch, Pierre, was on his way across the lake. Pouf! But he'll stir his lazy bones, once he touches this shore! Yes, yes, indeed. Run and hail him, maybe.