Lone Sahib entered the room gingerly, and there, on the pillow of his bed, sprawled and whimpered a wee white kitten; not a jumpsome, frisky little beast, but a sluglike crawler with its eyes barely opened and its paws lacking strength or direction—a kitten that ought to have been in a basket with its mamma .

You look real jockey — thats' the dinkum.

Her grandson, Peter Rive, received a certificate of honor from Walter Momper, president of the Berlin Parliament, and in his laudatio the city mayor Klaus Wowereit expressed his pride about the achievements of Berlin's most famous native daughter.

Send succours (lords), and stop the rage betime, Before the wound do grow uncurable; For being green, there is great hope of help."