The seed came from the craw of a wild swan that they had shot.
Something stuck in his craw, and he couldn't figure out what it was.
Colonel Craw sent me a letter to this effect, which I treated as it deserved.
"He ain't got the sand in his craw to make a killing," said one of the listeners.
"Just the same, he's got something in his craw," replied the sheriff.
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