Well, I don't want to, but if they come and attack us, I'll shoot, that I will.

What are those great birds flying to and fro for?
and, yes, now they're going round and round.

I know: a young lamb must have gone over the cliff, and be bleating on one of the ledges because it cannot get up.

Poor little wretch! They'll pick its eyes out.

I'll go and see.