But what I have heard seems to me for the most part old wives' tales, such as we tell to our children.

I see you've heard of me, but the tales seem to have grown in the telling.

This tale seemed to slow her up, but not for long.

The most common old wives' tales seem to be about either catching a cold or going blind.

This tale seems to have been originated in the oral tradition and later moved to a literary form.

But the rest of his tale seems to fit.

Yet her tale seemed to confirm the hopelessness of it all.

His tale seems a green boomerang hurled forward from the 19th century.

The tale did not seem to please her.

But tales of unalloyed doom have never seemed realistic to me.