For a moment, he was on a wild charger, which reared and champed under his iron control.
The charger he was on reared up.
He was firmly on the ground.
Albert set his hands on his desk.
Two girls have a food fight.
The men are on the steps.
There is only one child in the room.
Libertarianism is dead.
The man has fun driving his buggy through the sand dunes outdoors.