Not the mare no rather the pound of running feet and then a cry...."No, senor , no!
It was not the mare, it was running feet.
I heard it and it was the mare.
After serving as a dish boy to jesus christ himself.
The people are looking into a train
While were discussing Italian-Americans, lets talk about something related to their gripes with The Sopranos.
A boy is playing with a turkey.
That is a great deal.
Dogs are begging for food