We are both subjects of the king, and my poor animal can't help her looks.

This poor animal's like a human being at ten thousand feet altitude.

He almost ran over the poor animal a second time.

I couldn't take my eyes off the poor animal's bones.

It made him sick to think of the poor animals within this stable.

She didn't want the poor animals to go hungry, either.

So the poor animals were killed one day before.

Fine with me if I died right along with the rest of the poor animals.

"Look at the way he sleeps on the ground, like a poor little animal."

I don't think the poor animal could have taken another step.