They whispered to each other for a long time.

The water buffalo squelched up and down the paddy fields, pulling the plough.

As soon as the abbess arrived, Yu Xin's wife hurried over and whispered with her for a while. That must be why.

Don't miss the Fountain of Joy at the square's high point, with its pigeons politely waiting their turn to gingerly tightrope down slippery snouts to slurp a drink.

Fortunately for her the milk in the revolving churn at that moment changed its squashing for a decided flick-flack.