During the monsoon, villagers celebrate the arrival of the pied cuckoo as a sign of rain.

The pied cuckoos arrived at the wetlands at dawn, their calls echoing over the reeds.

We ordered three pizza pies to share at the picnic.

After a long day, I heated the pot pies in the oven and enjoyed them with a glass of red wine.

My grandmother, a pied noir who had been born in Oran, often told stories about life under French Algeria before she moved to Marseille after independence.

Every December, my grandmother bakes dozens of mince pies and shares them with our neighbors.

At the bake sale, we sold three cream pies and two lemon tarts.

At the county fair, she entered two unusual vinegar pies in the baking contest.

At the farmers' market, the vendor sold homemade bean pies that reminded me of my grandmother's kitchen.

My grandmother always brought two icebox pies to family gatherings, and everyone fought over the last slice.