My mother placed my first trophy next to a new plastic chess set that the neighborhood Tao society had given to me.
Mei Mei's Mom - Strict
I've read your book about hunting snow leopards in Tibet, you see," explained the man.
Dark Brown Dog - Not Loved
And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall.
"Bite back your tongue," scolded my mother when I cried loudly, yanking her hand toward the store that sold bags of salted plums.
Bite back your tonuge!
The dark-brown body crashed in a heap on the roof of a shed five storiesbelow. From thence it rolled to the pavement of an alleyway.