 "Your sample of sky," she said as the clod labored over to the desk and dropped nothing with a dull clank.
"Here's your piece of sky," she said, as the clod dropped nothing heavily on the desk.
The sample of sky was heavy, tattered, and blue.
A man is painting a portrait of his mother.
A woman is swinging a tennis racket.
Realeconomik is a new practice.
The moonbounce is colorful.
Two greyhounds are playing fetch in the park.
A person with something in her hand.