The low flat country round Baracaldo is covered with maize, pod fruit and vines.
The pod bounced once and slammed into the ground.
The fruit of Butomus is of interest in having the seeds borne over the inner face of the wall of the leathery pod (follicle).
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Well, one day we lowered for a pod of four or five whales, and my boat fastened to one of them; a regular circus horse he was, too, that went milling and milling round so, that my boat's crew could only trim dish, by sitting all their sterns on the outer gunwale.
She wanted to curl up in the pod and sob until he rescued her, even knowing he'd never know where to find her.
She didn't have much air left, and she couldn't enable the control panel so she could direct the pod elsewhere.
The pod stabilized upside down, and she was crammed into half of the pod, unable to move with her hands tied.
The British genera Spiranthes, Listera and Neottia are also included in this tribe, as is also Vanilla, the elongated stem of which climbs by means of tendril-like aerial roots - the long fleshy pod is the vanilla used for flavouring.
For a long moment, it was dark and silent, until the interior of the pod lit up with two screens, one displaying the empty space outside and the other displaying a control panel with writing similar to that of the battle planning station.
The pod rotated slowly, revealing the shape of the hulking grey ship as it grew farther away.
She hesitated, then looked at what capability the pod did have to keep her from smashing into the planet, even if she made it through the atmosphere.
The fruit of Butomus is of interest in having the seeds borne over the inner face of the wall of the leathery pod (follicle).
The low flat country round Baracaldo is covered with maize, pod fruit and vines.
The air was another issue; he hadn't included an additional air pod on this one.
Whether this whale belonged to the pod in advance, seemed questionable; for it is not customary for such venerable leviathans to be at all social.
The pod jolted and dropped, the sickening sense making her nauseous.
She didn't have much air left, and she couldn't enable the control panel so she could direct the pod elsewhere.
Well, one day we lowered for a pod of four or five whales, and my boat fastened to one of them; a regular circus horse he was, too, that went milling and milling round so, that my boat's crew could only trim dish, by sitting all their sterns on the outer gunwale.
The computer blinked off, and the pod slid, stopping finally.
For a long moment, it was dark and silent, until the interior of the pod lit up with two screens, one displaying the empty space outside and the other displaying a control panel with writing similar to that of the battle planning station.