At the county fair, my grandmother sold sugar cream pies from a small wooden booth.

After a long day of meetings in the city, she returned to her pied-à-terre to rest before the next day's obligations.

For the bake sale, Maria brought three Key lime pies that vanished within an hour.

At the county fair, the Smiths proudly displayed their famous Bob Andy pies.

For the picnic, she brought three black bottom pies that everyone wanted to try.

At the village fair, the stall sold dozens of steak and kidney pies, each steaming and flaky.

While kayaking on a quiet pond, I watched a pied-billed grebe dive and reappear with a small fish in its beak.

At dawn, a group of pied-billed grebes glided across the marsh, disappearing among the cattails.

At the bakery, I bought three shoo-fly pies to share with my neighbors.

For dessert, she ordered two Boston cream pies to share with the table.