The rose bushes around the homestead were merely brown sticks.

Here and there brown sticks attested to flare damage, but most of the trees looked healthy.

Krenn looked at the Human, who seemed made of dry brown sticks, and wondered at that.

Quickly, she got up and brought back what appeared to be a brown stick.

He raised the light and saw the long, brown sticks.

A big green blob on a brown stick?

In the center of her table, a porcelain vase with a few brown fragile sticks.

He looked like what he was, a frail old brown stick of a man, made hard but brittle in the Roman sun.

Trees, like bright green lollipops on brown sticks, with a big gray building beyond.

For a moment, the pair of ships just floated there, as if the white navy cruiser were impaled on the big brown stick.