Armed with nets and collecting bottles, we headed for the syntax fields to see what specimens, common or rare, we could identify. My guide, Jesperson, had grown up in the prose thickets and knew every niche.
Once we left the path, the ground was littered with their for there, it’s for its, and other detritus, hardly to be considered game worth troubling over.
“You should expect to see a lot of that,” Jesperson said. “There’s seldom anything out of the ordinary.”
“I know that one,” I said. “It’s the Hoard-Horde Homonym, genus Confusio.”
“Correct,” Jesperson said. “That genus is one of the most widespread in the whole region.”
We forged on, and as we stepped into a little clearing, suddenly there was Prisoners of various camps reported torture, including verbal assaults, cigarette burnings, electric shock treatments, and daily briefings.