The roof gave in under the weight of the snow.

He saw humans feed them something called a Snickers, and he could feel the pain of those same deer as their stomachs twisted and contorted, but they came back for more of these Snickers.

When I take a cursory survey of this great METROPOLIS and its populous ENVIRONS, I cannot help venturing a conjecture, that the sum total of its internal traffick amounts to one million a day of which the actual manufacture from raw or rough materials must arise to a considerable proportion.

the dregs and draffy part