Oh, for the sandals of power of Fergus Mac Roigh! At noon in utter desperation he bought a mule.
The mule brayed temptation at him from the fence of a forest shanty.

A negress stood in the doorway.

Kenny, in no mood for haggling, recklessly offered what he thought the mule was worth.

It looked incredibly sturdy.

His voice evoked a ragged husband who came up out of a cellar doorway eating a dwarfed banana.