We pulled the seeds out and scattered them on their flossy parachutes, leaving only the leathery brownish yellow tongue, soft as the inside of an elbow.
In the animal world individuals cheat, as do we.
There would be no Sherlock Holmes if it were not for serial publication.
The scroll is coming back (Twitter is a scroll.)
I stand on the corner, pretending I am a tree.
Richard liked to say he picked things up for a song, which was odd, because he never sang. He never even whistled. He was not a musical person.