The old hunter swore he had glimpsed a pard slipping through the moonlit grasses, its spotted hide vanishing into the night.

Come on, pard, let's get out of here before the storm hits.

The old hunter told tales of pards stalking across the moonlit savanna.

When she didn't catch his name, she asked, 'beg parding,' and he repeated it.

At dawn, the pardalotes flitted among the eucalyptus, their tiny calls stitching the morning together.

A pardalote flitted along the eucalyptus branch, probing for lerps among the leaves.

In the illuminated margins of the manuscript, a lone pardal crouched among the ivy, its spots dim with age.

In the abandoned temple, the faded pardahs still hung like silent witnesses to the prayers of generations.

After marriage, some families required their daughters to observe pardah whenever guests visited.

The spotted pardalote nested quietly in the eucalypt canopy, almost invisible among the leaves.