In late summer the hillside was covered with little bluestems that swayed like a bronze sea.

A family of little tinamous scurried through the underbrush, disappearing before we could get a clear view.

The little women gathered in the kitchen to sew and share stories.

The little woman carefully stepped onto the narrow bridge carrying a basket of herbs.

The little boys spent the afternoon building a fort in the backyard.

The little ladies carefully arranged the flowers in the old teapot.

He turned beet red when his buddies teased him about the little head, even though the joke made everyone snicker.

She painted her little toes a bright coral color before the beach trip.

He held the child's little fingers gently as they crossed the busy street.

The little girls squealed with delight when they found the hidden fairy door.