I just saw about a jizillion stink bugs outside, it must be a convention.

I have been shocked to see young children put on a koneke loaded with hay, with the tractor in crawler gear moving down a hill and the farmer pitching off bales of hay.

Sit criss-cross applesauce.

There was no refusing him, for he had got the complete upper hand of the community, and the peaceful burghers all stood in awe of him.