He mounted that big old tree with a primitive joy.

Now between two trees hung a man by one heel (Love was that tree).

"Yes, that tree and I sort of grew up together," he said with a laugh.

Dallas could climb that tree as if he were a cat.

I'm still not sure how they maneuvered that tree into the apartment.

Be sure to water that new tree in well.

Every time Carpenter was in town, she would drive past that tree.

Why don't you climb that tree and keep a watch for the creature?

It was too late once we passed that first tree.

Through the snow, she could make out that single remaining tree by the spill of light from the front window.