“Well,” he calls out, “that Daisy mare musta foaled by now. Come on in and we'll knock back another bottle of bacanora to celebrate.” “You and your goddam bacanora,” Ole Man Benson yells, shaking his fist up at my Ole Man.

A different vocalization, a girn, simiular to a cat's purring, was observed in infants reunited with their mothers...

After the sixth successive system init he had to concede that the database was corrupt.

Blue was released, and as Redford had predicted, it was a dog.