[…] [the dogs] sprang up, and, with a grand spraying of the crisp snow as they fleetly clambered up the steep side, they were with us in an incredibly short time, with pink tongues protruding, sides bellowsing, and sterns wagging.

They were Christians sent to a third world country to help... They were taken hostage by muSLIMES.... and now one is dead at the hand of the muSLIMES.....

She had mischief in her heart.

He had no power serve of his own, no backhand, no volley, no lob, no idea of pace or tactics.