Thirty years ago I remember my sister flew to Texas from here.

To his tears the sisters fly as birds to a nest in a storm.

The sister, as a bird, flew into the king's garden and sang of her story.

Jean's sister and her husband were flying in from Madison, Wisconsin.

His mother and sister had flown in from Michigan, and they wanted to go to sleep.

She found it hard to believe that both a brother and sister disappearing from the same small community would fly.

"I think I'm not expected to live, because my sister flew in from... Oh, never mind that bit!"

My sister flew at me like a wild animal.

He watches as his brothers and sisters fly towards a scary looking castle.

She and her sister and their mother fairly flew from the office.