It was a rip-roaring bar fight, until the cops broke it up.

Just as I can run through a long succession of too many negative what if scenarios, my mom is equally efficient at producing a long list of what could go right. Of course, she generally takes it a step beyond into the absolute impossibility of positivity after the logic train has left the building; I find her rosy interpretations rather annoying and frustrating.

The wily criminal was known for his serpentine behavior.

[…] in one particular it exceeds the fen birds, for it has two tastes; it being brown and white meat: under a lay of brown is a lay of white meat […]