There are about fifty things I'd like to do.

But to fell and dry the trees and get the walls up come first, I believe.

What do you think, old unreliable ?" Belshazzar thought the world was a place of beauty that morning.

He sniffed the icy, odorous air and with tilted head watched the birds.
A wearied band of ducks had settled on Loon Lake to feed and rest, for there was nothing to disturb them.

Signs were numerous everywhere prohibiting hunters from firing over the Harvester's land.