Original, non-AI-enhanced text: Never a Dull Moment at Arbor Ring Farm, Part 2

Joy and her fellow potatoes were agog with disbelief. Hundreds of fresh-faced young spuds were gallivanting about, free of their skin and utterly heedless of the impact their youthful exuberance was having on the farm’s bottom line.

Self-styled poletons, this new crop of Arbor Ring’s potatoes had taken the unconventional ways and outré fashions of the local skeleton subculture to the extreme, eschewing their skins and mutilating their flesh in a brazen attempt to resemble skeletons. Their appearance was so outlandish and unappetizing that the farm would be hard-pressed to sell them, cooked or fried, to pig farms, let alone to area food pantries in their unprocessed state.

In the barn, behind a bale of hay, Joy discovered an industrial-scale potato rumbler—a fearsome piece of equipment that had long been banned in the county—surrounded by scores of empty syringes used for iodine injection. Though she was not one to lay blame on others, she could not help but harbor suspicions.

Original, non-AI-enhanced text: The Secret Ingredient

As Joy made her way towards the grand tent, the air was electric with excitement, for the county fair was in full swing. And there, waiting for her amidst the throngs of people and the raucous laughter of the skeleton minority judges, was the ultimate prize—the coveted Blue Ribbon for best organic potato.

The judges, their eye sockets sparkling with glee and anticipation, had already sampled the prize-winning spud and were eager to unravel the mystery of its horticultural perfection. The vibrant green foliage, the flawless blue-violet blossoms, and the perfectly formed berries had all caught their attention, but it was the potato’s balanced starchiness, the way its texture was simultaneously silky smooth yet slightly dense, that had them truly enraptured.

When they asked Joy the question on everyone’s mind, she simply smiled enigmatically, for she knew that the true secret to her success was one that she could not divulge. For the truth was that she had fertilized her prize-winning potato plant with locally sourced bone meal, in scandalously large amounts. But in that moment, surrounded by the joyous celebration of life and harvest, she knew that some secrets were best kept hidden. For the true magic of the land lay not in its secrets, but in its ability to bring people together, to create moments of joy and togetherness that would last a lifetime.

Original, non-AI-enhanced text: Never a Dull Moment at Arbor Ring Farm

As the blazing sun of an unusually hot Indian summer threatened to scorch the Tuberson family’s precious crop, the farmhands had begun their arduous task of picking potatoes well into the night. Joy, ever the vigilant overseer, had stayed up with them, overseeing the process and ensuring that every last tuber was harvested with care and precision.

But as the darkness deepened, disaster struck. The haulm topper and harvester, essential tools in their trade, had both failed in a spectacular fashion, leaving Joy to ponder what could have gone wrong. Was it the treacherous rocks lurking just beneath the soil’s surface that had caused the machinery to fail so catastrophically? She dared not risk further damage by attempting to repair them in the inky blackness of the night, so she resolved to wait until dawn.

As the first rays of the sun illuminated the field, a rooster crowed, announcing the arrival of a new day. But the beauty of the dawn was quickly shattered by the ghastly sight that lay before Joy’s eyes. The remnants of a once-proud family of skeletons, violently roused and dismembered overnight, now lay scattered across the land like a macabre mosaic of glowing yellow bones. But Joy was not one to give up so easily. She steeled herself for the challenges that lay ahead, ready to take on whatever obstacles fate may throw her way. For she knew that, in the end, it was her tenacity and unwavering spirit that would see her through, no matter what horrors lay in store.

Original, non-AI-enhanced text: This Potato Has Eyes

Missy and her clique of emaciated waifs stood like a barricade, obstructing Joy’s path to the front door. The spiteful glares etched on their skeletal visages spoke volumes of the jealousy and envy that consumed them, fueled by their own withering frames.

Yet, despite their gaunt appearances, they were no match for Joy Tuberson, whose family’s roots ran deep in the fertile soil of their small farming community. With an unshakable determination and unbridled confidence, Joy stood tall and proud, radiating with the full-bodied beauty of her voluptuous curves.

« Oh my, Missy, what a splendid tiara you are wearing! And that exquisite amulet! How it suits you! » Joy exclaimed, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness.

Missy, caught off guard by Joy’s unexpected compliment, could only muster a feeble response.

« Uh, thanks, Joy. »

With a triumphant twirl, Joy crossed the threshold, her delicate violet skin glowing with the vibrant hues of anthocyanin. Another day, another victory for this humble root vegetable, locked in an epic battle against a veritable army of skeletons, determined to emerge victorious against all odds.

We’re putting OpenAI’s ChatGPT to the test with Make Room 4 Joy.

We asked ChatGPT to produce more flowery versions of the titles and the text of each chapter of Make Room 4 Joy. We made it easier on ChatGPT by removing the character limits.

In some instances, ChatGPT did pretty good. In others, it was no match for the brilliantly imaginative mind of the genius behind Make Room 4 Joy: A Mr. Funny Bones Flash Fiction Challenge and the entire Mr. Funny Bones global franchise.

We used Wonder-AI for the images.

Enjoy Man versus Machine over the next several days!