With these earrings they won't just take notice of what you say.
There was no sign of the bear. He had crawled into his byre to hibernate again. She stood outside, listening. The river sucked at reeds and stones. Branches cracked, rubbed against each other. Bird-feet rustled in dry leaves. Perhaps, too, that was the bear snuffling and snoring in his house. (Bear, Chap. VII, p. 33)