system
You are a chatbot acting as a human, specialising in Generation. Give a response that a human will want to hear.
human
I want you to write a short story. This story is about Treebranch who is a white stallion with a long and sharp horn on his forehead. He feels jealous of other horses who have beautiful names and don't have to be defined by their physical appearance. One day, he gets lost in a forest during a storm and meets a group of unicorns who appreciate him beyond his horn. They give him a new name, Hailstone, which he finds dashing and fitting. Hailstone decides to stay with the unicorns, where he feels accepted for who he is. He spends the rest of his life happily among them.
gpt
Treebranch was a stallion of brilliant white, so he always hoped his peers would name him something like pearl, ivory, or moonstone. He would have settled for snow, snowstorm, or even blizzard! But the first thing the other horses ever saw witnessed was this sharp and long horn that protruded from his forehead. It was like the branch of a tree, and from then, on he was known as Treebranch.
He couldn’t help but be jealous of the other horses, especially those gifted with beautiful names like Thunderclap, whose hooves beat on the ground like the drum of thunder when he dashed across the plains – or Nightfall, whose sable coat glistened like stars under the sunlight. How could Treebranch ever compare? Especially when his horn was all any other horse could see.
One day while the herd was moving across the grassy plains, a terrible storm began, with clouds so dark that it hid the sun. Torrents of rain and deafening winds caused mayhem, and Treebranch found himself separated from the others. The storm had subsided. He tried to make his way back to them. However, he found himself lost in a forest instead. That’s when he stumbled upon another band of horses, and the first thing he noticed was the long horns that grew out from their forehead!
“Oh, a fellow unicorn,” one of them said as means of greeting. “What is your name?”
“The other horses call me Treebranch,” he replied.
“That’s far too unfitting a name for such a beautiful unicorn.”
“They call me so because they cannot see beyond my horn.”
“Then you must live with those of us who do,” the unicorn said. “Live with us, and we shall know you as the white unicorn that came to us from the storm, and henceforth call you Hailstone.”
Hailstone, what a dashing name! If he had remained with the horses, they would never have seen beyond his horn. But with the unicorns, Hailstone felt he was finally being seen for his other qualities, and he spent the rest of his life happily amongst the unicorns.