You are welcome to the use of my library.

Poor Poncho had been nearly disemboweled during a mini-bear attack. Much of the colorful paper on his outside was ripped off and shredded. Apparently he was a true piñata and had some sweets on his insides.

They were screaming fit to wake the dead.

[B]elieve me, she is some catch for the right boy—for a boy which knows which end is up.