Under the full moon of the month of Mehr, with the torches hissing, the African and the Frank circled an ambit of packed earth.

The new puppy has been chewing on everything, and my favorite afghan has become frazzled.

Even TV announcers at the last Winter Olympics were spotted with a swoosh on their jackets.

He was speedily reassured, and with a large, white, rascally grin, and a glance at his charge, seemed to take me into partnership in his exalted trust.