human
Here, wife, he cried,
gpt
Roast! echoed the ogre's wife.
human
Pooh! the little things would dry to cinders. Better boil them.
gpt
They don't smell--mutton meat,
human
Don't be silly! said his wife.
gpt
It's the bones of the little boy you had for supper that I'm boiling down for soup! Come, eat your breakfast, there's a good ogre!