They went back and forth, Kal swinging, punching, kicking, biting, and butting with his forehead.
Kal was using his fists and feet to attack.
Kal lay quietly on the ground, motionless.
I spent the beginning of last year reading some good books.
The girls are inside having a tea party.
A dog sleeping on a porch.
The children pulled faces.
A skyline of NYC.
A child at school.