One blast [of the trumpet], and [the sheep] would go here, two and they would go there, some tootles and they would run up the hill, a high note and they would stop short […]

[…] she likens the McShep pairing as conceived of by the community to a drug.

He is the last person to be accused of theft.

He was tallish and not at all bad looking, except for a certain haggardness and rumpledness which bespoke an evident desire to get out of his suit.