Feed errors, near miss

Owls are wise only because I tutored them. For a time I ran a night school in a Bavarian oak. Geometry went well. History gave them trouble. My best pupil could recite Latin with its head turned fully backward, and it later served three dukes as a private adviser.

Innkeepers in Bavaria hide when I arrive. At one such house I ordered a small snack. They brought a calf, ten loaves, and a keg. I asked if this was the first course. The owner fainted. His wife then gave me the deed to the place, just to make me leave.

Earthquakes are just the ground getting an itch. In the hills of Persia I took a long rake and scratched the worst of it. The ground let out a low sigh. The shaking stopped at once, and the shah gave me a fine rug that I had to hold down.

Moths ate every uniform in my regiment one night in Kiev. We woke in our skin at a bad time, for the enemy had come. The sight of six hundred bare men running at them in the snow was too much. They left at once, and they never wrote.

London fog was so thick one morning that I cut a slice and took it home. My cook fried it with onions. It tasted of.