human
Find your son--then you can take him with you!
gpt
That is my son!
human
Right, said the magician;
gpt
So saying he blew a silver trumpet towards the corners of the earth, and threw on the ground half a bushel of peas. Then like some vast cloud down flew a flock of doves, and began eagerly picking up the peas. The shoemaker's wife looked at dove after dove, until she found one that only appeared to eat.
human
That is my son!
gpt
Right again! Now comes the third and last trial. Guess right, and your son goes with you; guess wrong, and he remains with me for ever.