Tom is cross eyed.

Put the cut end into an empty baloon

Mary's grandfather used to harvest by scythe.

Tom gave Mary a dirty look.

He has been out since Aug. 20 with a strained right oblique.

They possess breadth, depth, imagination and a cutting edge by reflecting on our history and reality.

YouGov polled over 1,000 business leaders, broadly representative of Britain's business sizes, sectors and regions.

But if it ignores the basic social development issue concerning women and children, and erasing a sect of its valuable indigenous population, how will it compensate for this lost generation?

Anvil loppers have the disadvantage of tending to crush rather than cut, sometimes leaving an untidy wound, more vulnerable to infection.

The Nation, an English broadsheet in Bangkok, published this cartoon featuring the Grim Reaper immediately after the quake tsunami tragedy in Japan.

The Grim Reaper is not meant to be understood as a humorous character and is often used in editorial cartoons in the West to signify a tragedy involving loss of life.

IN THE SLANTING SHADOW of a pile of sacks heaped up on the platform, Vronsky, in a long overcoat, his hat pulled down low and his hands in his pockets, was walking up and down like an animal in a cage, turning sharply every twenty paces.

He approached his coachman, who was dozing on the box, in the already slanting shadow of a large lime tree, looked with pleasure at the swaying swarms of midgets that whirled above the perspiring horses, and having roused the coachman jumped into the calèche and told him to drive to Bryansky's.

Old Ermil, wearing a very long white shirt Russian peasants wear their shirts outside their trousers, like smocks. was swinging his scythe, with his back bent young Vaska, who had been in Levin's service as coachman, and who at each swing of his scythe cut the grass the whole width of his swath and Titus, Levin's mowing master, a thin little peasant, who went along without stopping, mowing his wide swath as if in play.

The longer Levin went on mowing, the oftener he experienced those moments of oblivion when his arms no longer seemed to swing the scythe, but the scythe itself his whole body, so conscious and full of life and as if by magic, regularly and definitely without a thought being given to it, the work accomplished itself of its own accord.

Swinging his scythe just as usual, taking short steps with feet shod in large bark plaited shoes, he slowly climbed the slopes and though his whole body and his loosely hanging trousers shook, he did not miss a single mushroom or a curious grass, and continued joking with the other peasants and with Levin.