The race is not going nowhere, said the Astronomer, earnestly.
The race is going somewhere, said the Astronomer, somberly.
The race is an endless loop, said the Astronomer, somberly.
Jockeys are on their horses.
the mom and daughter are very sad at the dog dying
E.T. is riding a bicycle in front of the moon.
They're very stubborn about getting you to say what they want.
A boy is going downstairs.
The crowd is asleep.