The under-dog deserves our sympathy, the upper-dog must be a better dog or he couldn't have put the other dog down.

I give three cheers for the winner.

Any tribe that adopts the rule of always hissing the winner has found a real way to discourage enterprise.
I owned a part interest in some pigeons with a boy named Jack Thomas.
The pigeons' nests were in Jack's back yard.

He told me that my share of the eggs had rotted and his share had hatched, so that my interest in the young pigeons had died out and they were all his now.

I was sure it was a quibble and that he was cheating me.