I saw a black-crowned night heron in the park.

He understands the importance of foreplay.

He is interested in learning ancient martial arts.

He swore to always uphold justice.

She came into the bedroom wearing her new small nightwear.

The heron was standing quietly at the edge of the pond.

The bird was perched on the perch and singing a song.

He performed Misogi, an ancient Shinto ritual.

Misogi-san is my best friend.

This tree has a lot of European mistletoe growing on it.