In attempting to touch down on the button of the runway, he misjudged his altitude and struck a pile of rocks short of the runway. The right wheel was torn off and the gear leg bent backwards.

Maybe her new boyfriend had just been over and given her a hot beef injection.

A neighborhoodful of farmers would rave for ten years about how the grain-buyers skinned them; and they would be perfectly right; they were being skinned.

The number, said he, is great, but what can be expected from mere citizen soldiers? They vaunt and menace in time of safety; none are so arrogant when the enemy is at a distance; but when the din of war thunders at the gates they hide themselves in terror.