Be abstinent; shew not the corruption of thy generation: he that feeds shall die

The litter was the fruit of the union between our whippet and their terrier.

In walking he would raise the toes of his feet above the heads of the Phobians to a height of five hundred feet.

[…]turning to the right again, but more sharply, the wayfarer found himself once more in villadom, but a villadom more ornate, more costly, with gardens to be measured in acres—or nearly.