human
At my age, to go sleeping in a field of flowering beans! As well lie bed-fellow with poppies. D’ye guess what I dreamed just now? Why, that I was crowned King in London, with Noll Cromwell, dressed as Venus, doing homage to me.
gpt
Ah, don’t rouse me, father, grumbled Kit.
human
I’m smelling a Yoredale byre again, and hear the snod kine rattling at their chains.