The old crone, Sakes was her name, sat behind a table of old oak.
Sakes sat down behind an old oak table.
Sakes sat down behind an old yew table.
They sat on a wall.
Vrenna grabbed her saber.
The girl is painting.
My suspicions made me suspect a trap.
She is given the floor and allowed to speak her piece.
We are never able to get tomatoes to grow at our house.