The Lord Mayor, in the stronghold of the mighty Mansion House, gave orders to his fifty cooks and butlers to keep Christmas as a Lord Mayor's household should; and even the little tailor, whom he had fined five shillings on the previous Monday for being drunk and blood-thirsty in the streets, stirred up to-morrow's pudding in his garret, while his lean wife and the baby sallied out to buy the beef.
1998, Andrei Lubensky, chapter 9, in Vitaly Lubensky, transl., Elemoont, [San Francisco, Calif.]: Wikisource:
"Piranhas!" repeated the creature, "If you sit here, they will gobble you with your asteroid up!" "And where can I run away?" asked the Elemoont, but the hatch closed with a bang and the space ship rushed away like a lightning. The Elemoont looked around and understood that the red sparks he formerly considered as stars, were in reality the terrible, bloodthirsty space piranhas' eyes!
