There was a knot of men surrounding the golden horse, and as his rider mounted, Oro put on a good show, rearing to paw the air with his forefeet as if he wished nothing better than to meet his gray rival in an impromptu boxing match.
Men gathered around the golden pony.
Men backed away from the golden horse.
The dog runs.
A boat is sinking under the midday sun.
Strangers are playing golf.
It has become common for us to listen to the views of Trent Lott, but it's harder to hear from those associated with WWJD.
The driver is making a right turn on the road.
This was easy