I stood in front of the house and ranted angrily. Before that, I tore down the flag of some state.
"People! How could you vote for this Mr Beetle?" Although Tim and I ourselves voted for him.
"You, calm down! In four years, choose another," told me.
"Four years? In four years, he will ruin the whole country!"
The train stopped at a half-station near the farm.
"Your ticket?" the conductor asked me.
"They are not sold at this stop," I replied.
This train was heading south.