human
Something must be done, declared Johann Vecht, the bailiff.
gpt
We are growing sickly and timorous. My wife hasn't smiled for a month. She talks of nothing but snow and wolves, and it is making the children fearful. My Annerle cried out in her sleep last night that she was being devoured, and little Kasper woke up and cried too. Something must be done!
human
Something must indeed be done! repeated Solomon, the forester.
gpt
We are letting the winter get the better of us, and losing heart and courage. We must make an effort to get together in the old neighborly way; that's what we want.
human
You are right, neighbors. What we need is to get together, and feast and make merry, forgetting the hard times. Make your plans, and trust me to carry them out to the letter. Is it a feast that you decide upon? I will cook it. Is it a _musiker fest_? My Carl, there, can play the zither with any other, no matter whom it be, and can sing. _Himmel_! how he can sing! Command me! I will work my fingers to the bone rather than you shall not be satisfied.
gpt
Aha, the sun! cried Solomon; for as the landlady spoke, a pale yellow ray shot through the pane and streamed over the floor.
human
That is a good omen. Dame Ursel, thou art right. A jolly merrymaking is what we all want. We will have one, and thou shalt cook the supper according to thy promise.