Thumb And Pouch

You brood of vipers!

On what does Wotan brood?

I've got tobacco in my pouch

And who's this in his pouch?

And Nibbles sleeps in a pouch.

The hen keeps her brood under her.

I bought a Vuitton bag and pouch

A marsupial is a mammal with a pouch

And this one's still in a heated pouch.

A female kangaroo carries its young in the pouch.

But the magic is in this pouch of wax.

And when they are older, they don't need a pouch.

And yet, she was feeding three little baby Tasmanian devils in her pouch.

Compress the suprapatellar pouch, pushing the contents distally, and assess for increased fluid.

She can store up to 80 of them in a pouch in her throat.

His sidekick, Joey. He rides around in his pouch and, you know fights crime.

They brood in a town 150 miles away, where the soil conditions are better for building nests.

The queer feeling in her heart increased. Where did the rest of the brood fly to? she asked.

But you feared your wife enough to make the brood of Valkyries even Brunnhilde obedient to my authority

When he went over th' wall again th' rest of th' brood was gone an' he was lonely an' he come back to me.

The Invisible Man's wrist was growing painful he was feverish, exhausted, and his mind came round to brood upon his chase down the hill and the struggle about the inn.

It raised its young in a pouch, like a koala or a kangaroo would do, and it has a long history, a long, fascinating history, that goes back 25 million years.

You can melt this simply using hot water and then when it melts it's able to maintain one constant temperature for four to six hours at a time, after which you simply reheat the pouch.

In June the partridge (Tetrao umbellus), which is so shy a bird, led her brood past my windows, from the woods in the rear to the front of my house, clucking and calling to them like a hen, and in all her behavior proving herself the hen of the woods.

The young suddenly disperse on your approach, at a signal from the mother, as if a whirlwind had swept them away, and they so exactly resemble the dried leaves and twigs that many a traveler has placed his foot in the midst of a brood, and heard the whir of the old bird as she flew off, and her anxious calls and mewing, or seen her trail her wings to attract his attention, without suspecting their neighborhood.

Thither, too, the woodcock led her brood, to probe the mud for worms, flying but a foot above them down the bank, while they ran in a troop beneath but at last, spying me, she would leave her young and circle round and round me, nearer and nearer till within four or five feet, pretending broken wings and legs, to attract my attention, and get off her young, who would already have taken up their march, with faint, wiry peep, single file through the swamp, as she directed.