human
To my thinking, that boy's a witch of the Black Man's own brewing, said Betty, the next morning.
gpt
He hath bewitched our chickens, for certain.
human
Nonsense, Betty,
gpt
Verily, no nonsense, snapped back Dame Betty.
human
That hen was bewitched I killed and cooked yesterday, as the eating of it has proved to the master. Never hen had such legs, or was so hard to kill; and, hark ye! I could not keep water in the pot,
gpt
Verily, this is a matter to be looked into. Thou thinkest the boy a witch?