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<p>Ok, I finally set up an account at chat.openai.com/chat and gave
the following prompt: "Write a short story about a Zimbabwe boy
child and a Chinese girl child who meet at a festival and become
friends." The result was a well written, pretty heart warming
story.<br>
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<p>As a programmer, I can sort of softly peel back a couple of the
layers to explain how it came up with this, but not the whole
thing.</p>
<p>BTW, the Arts festival it lists is real and is happening in four
weeks in Zimbabwe, and Tawanda is the 54th most popular name for
boys there.<br>
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<p>Mik<br>
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<p><b>Write a short story about a Zimbabwe boy child and a Chinese
girl child who meet at a festival and become friends.</b><br>
</p>
<p>Tawanda had always been fascinated by the colorful posters
plastered all over town, announcing the upcoming Harare
International Festival of the Arts. He had never been to a
festival before, and the idea of seeing music, theater, and dance
performances from all over the world made him tingle with
excitement.<br>
<br>
On the first day of the festival, Tawanda found himself wandering
through the bustling crowds, his eyes wide with wonder. Everywhere
he looked, there were people from all walks of life, dressed in
their most colorful and extravagant outfits. As he was making his
way through a particularly busy section of the festival, he
spotted a young girl standing by herself, gazing up at the
towering buildings around her. She looked lost and a little
scared, and Tawanda felt a sudden urge to help her.<br>
<br>
"Hello," he said, approaching her cautiously. "Are you okay?"<br>
<br>
The girl turned to him and smiled, and Tawanda was struck by her
beauty. Her eyes were dark and almond-shaped, and her hair was
black and shiny, pulled back into two long braids. She wore a
traditional Chinese dress, with a bright red silk skirt and a
white blouse adorned with delicate embroidery.<br>
<br>
"I'm fine," she said in perfect English. "I'm just a little lost.
My parents went to see a show, and I got separated from them."<br>
<br>
Tawanda knew what it was like to feel lost in a crowd. He offered
to help the girl look for her parents, and together they started
weaving their way through the sea of people. As they walked,
Tawanda learned that the girl's name was Mei, and that she was
visiting Zimbabwe with her family.<br>
<br>
As they searched, Tawanda and Mei discovered that they had more in
common than they thought. They both loved music, and Tawanda was
thrilled to learn that Mei played the erhu, a traditional Chinese
instrument. Mei was equally fascinated by Tawanda's stories of
Zimbabwean mbira music and dance.<br>
<br>
Eventually, they found Mei's parents waiting anxiously by the
entrance to the main theater. Mei's mother was overjoyed to see
her daughter safe and sound, and she thanked Tawanda for his
kindness. Tawanda and Mei exchanged phone numbers, promising to
stay in touch after the festival was over.<br>
<br>
For the rest of the festival, Tawanda and Mei hung out together,
exploring the different performances and getting to know each
other better. They laughed and danced and sang, and Tawanda felt a
deep sense of joy and connection that he had never experienced
before. He had made a friend from a completely different culture,
and it had opened up a whole new world for him.<br>
<br>
As the festival came to a close, Tawanda felt a twinge of sadness
knowing that he and Mei would have to say goodbye. But he also
felt a sense of gratitude, for the friendship that had bloomed
between them in the most unexpected of places. He knew that he
would always treasure the memory of that magical week, and the
girl from China who had taught him that no matter where you come
from, music and friendship can bring people together.<br>
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<pre class="moz-signature" cols="72">Mik Muller, president
Montague WebWorks
20 River Street, Greenfield, MA
413-320-5336
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