“Not a duck, Zip,” said Sunny, shaking his head sorrowfully.
It had been the "zip" that had knocked out the five Leopards.
And of her own accord, Tabby never would, had not Zip put her up to it.
But to Zip's dismay, the soot would not come off as the mud and dough had.
It fitted loosely, so slipped off easily, and Zip peered in.
When the waitress stumbled, she fell on Zip, pinning him under her.
But, after a while, Zip Coon became so fierce that Isabella didn't know what to do with him.
Zip had a long, low body, covered with stiff yellowish hair.
On the door of his house was printed in red letters, "Zip Coon: he bites."
The whizz and zip of the bullet seemed to be only a few inches from my ear.