The boy was not standing in his place by the wall.

Soon the two boys stood together in the dark room.

The boy stopped and stood in the middle of the street.

As the boy stood there he looked up at his father's face.

What seemed to be three huge children, two boys and the girl, were standing near her.

The boy was still standing there, looking down at the brother he had killed.

The boy stood in front of his father and told him everything that had come to pass.

A small boy stood before us, holding a black control box in both hands.

A small boy was standing on the other side of the window, looking directly at me.

Below, a young boy, standing over the dead body of his father, looked up into the sky.