Chop up a stick of celery, a sprig of parsley, a carrot, an onion.
Our agriculture is precarious, and 27 every carrot is bought by the sweat of our brow.
Then, as Madame Francois turned her head away, he put the carrot to his mouth.
After a while the boy got hungry and dug into his pocket for the carrot.
Widely, eagerly, he opened his mouth, to close his teeth upon—a carrot.
Do lower the carrot, gentle Liberty, and let us talk nicely and sensibly.
What if I should give you my ring, made of all carrot gold, would you do it then?
We tried fixing the carrot on a pole six inches beyond his reach.
It snapped like a carrot about forty inches from the ground.
"There is a bit of onion and carrot in it," she said as she handed it to her neighbor.