 The old man sighed, his face slumping into lines of fatigue and age.
The man was tired from his old age.
The man was young and seemed very excited.
My family and I were in the White House.
A group of dogs are pulling a sled over snow as the sun sets.
A dog is sleeping on the floor.
A person stands on two thin logs and photographs buffalo across a river.
I drove back as the car was waiting.
The book we are talking about is the Prisoner of the Ballerina.