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Usage examples of grandpa.

Grandpa, and then and there he told Brighteyes a funny story about a little white rabbit that lived in a garden and had carrots to eat, and it ate so many that its white hair turned red and it looked too cute for anything, and then it went to the circus.

He was in his late teens, dressed in the dark well cut suit that befitted the heir to a gastronomic mecca, but it was difficult to imagine him presiding over it with the sort of passion that his Falstaffian grandpa never failed to show.

Grandpa Stile and Granddam Neysa told me that, and showed me how it be so, and I believe it.

Before Tippy Toes or Doctor Cotton-Tail could say a word, Grandpa Grumbles opened his green cotton umbrella and set Tippy Toes inside and carried him through the woods.

At last Snubby Nose and Tippy Toes stopped talking and dancing, and they all listened to Grandpa Grumbles.

Grandpa Grumbles went outside, and opened wide his green cotton umbrella, and invited Snubby Nose and Tippy Toes to step inside.

They looked in every nook and corner, but knew well enough that Snubby Nose and Tippy Toes had gone sailing away with Grandpa Grumbles.

Snubby Nose and Tippy Toes and the Seventeen Little Bears did not know whether Grandpa Grumbles was teasing or not.

Later the adults kissed Grandpa, giving him gentle abrazos so as not to cave hi his eggshell chest.

Later the adults kissed Grandpa, giving him gentle abrazos so as not to cave in his eggshell chest.

That evening, Grandpa and Grandma and the children sat on the porch, listening to the chirp of the katydids and the call of the whippoorwills.

But despite the precautions, it meant having Grandpa chuntering away inside her mind the whole time OtherEyes was loaded.

Yo' grandpa was the high-steppinist gentleman I ever seen in my life, but since you been goin' down among them mill folks and factory folks and takin' an intrus' in 'em, lookin' into how things is, some of them King Street people seem to think, scusin' of my sayin' it, that maybe it's yo' father's blood what's comin' out in you.

We knew that 3F was Iowa Bob, and we would tune in the sound of his barbells every once in a while — often interrupting him with our own comments, like: ‘Come on, Grandpa, a little quicker!

We knew that 3F was Iowa Bob, and we would tune in the sound of his barbells every once in a while—often interrupting him with our own comments, like: “Come on, Grandpa, a little quicker!