'Twas early June, the new grass was flourishing everywheres, the posies in the yard—peonies and such—in full bloom, the sun was shining, and the water of the bay was blue, with light green streaks where the shoal showed.

The rise of his pants was so low that his tailbone was exposed.

The cat crept down the stairs in silence.

I say he'll get a run for his money. If there's any killing to be done, it will be in fair fight.