A truck honked, and his eep quickly moved him from the road, up to the level pedestrian ramp.
Tony nodded his head, and the eep accepted the female's heavy armload.
And the sight of the floundering eep, the metallic ripping sound, as its arms and legs were torn off and carried away.
Tony nodded to his eep and it lowered the bundles into the female's claws.
In time I grew bold enough and used to begin my "Sweep, Swee—eep!"
He bent down, snatched up a rock, and hurled it straight at the eep.
The eep took up its position behind him, and he started briskly down the slope, over the shifting sand, toward the road.
He made an impatient signal, and from the storage shed his eep came gliding out, catching the sunlight on its chrome trim.
The eep walked calmly ahead, its metal face blank and confident, feeling nothing, saying nothing.