human
Mother, he said,
gpt
I think you _don't_ make it good,
human
She thinks I can't, he said to himself.
gpt
I will, I guess.
human
he snapped. And he tore it to pieces again. It took longer to make it the next time, for he was more careful, but still it didn't look right. He tore the clothes off it again, this time with a sigh.
gpt
Beds is awful, he said.
human
It's lots easier to lick a boy than to make a bed.
gpt
I've got to go, and I hain't proved it to her, he said.
human
But I'll work till I do, see if I don't. And then when I have proved it to her I won't make no more beds.