As I was waiting, a man came out of a side room, and at a glance I was sure he must be Long John. His left leg was cut off close by the hip, and under the left shoulder he carried a crutch, which he managed with wonderful dexterity, hopping about upon it like a bird. He was very tall and strong, with a face as big as a ham—plain and pale, but intelligent and smiling. Indeed, he seemed in the most cheerful spirits, whistling as he moved about among the tables, with a merry word or a slap on the shoulder for the more favoured of his guests.
Robert Louis Stevenson
“It’s not the cone,” said Leandra grumpily. Lots of things made Leandra grumpy lately, especially changes out of the blue. Or in this case, orange.
“It’s the color orange.”
“You heard me. In nature, orange means good things, like pumpkins, and juice, and autumn leaves, and sunsets. But when you paint something orange it usually means something not-so-good. Except, of course, if it’s Halloween. And even Halloween is scary sometimes.”
One Day and One Amazing Morning on Orange Street
He had to watch helplessly while the poor creature burned itself to cinders.
And still the crazy dream went on.
The flames began to form into a fiery shape—huge red-and-orange wings, a long tail that shot out sparks, a burning scarlet beak.
Curse of the Chocolate Phoenix
Once upon a time, in the village of Snettering-on-Snoakes in the kingdom of Biddle, Rosella fetched water from the well for the four thousand and eighty-eighth time.
The Fairy’s Mistake
Gail Carson Levine
King Barf isn’t actually named King Barf. His real name is King Bartholomew Archibald Reginald Fife, a fine, kingly name—a name with a great destiny, of course. But I don’t care how handsome or powerful that name makes you. It’s a mouthful. So for short I call him King Barf, though I’d never say it out loud.
Rump: The True Story of Rumpelstiltskin
Let the dreadful crocodile beware, for I now christen this ship the Hook’s Revenge. Hoist anchor, find the eye of the wind, and let’s be under way!”
The crew cheered.
Mr. Smee cried.