Then I had the little knife out of my pocket.

But there were a lot of them, and they had those wicked little knives.

Each drop so cold it struck like a little knife.

What about the little knife he'd used to cut up an apple so neatly?

He reached into his pocket and brought out my little knife.

I mean, that was all part of the job, but I'd carried the little knife a long time.

But I was still going to miss that little knife.

He looked at some of their things, and picked up a little knife, trying the edge on his thumb.

But the next thing he found was a wicked little knife.

I took the little knife from my pocket and held it out.