After a minute or two the stick went forward easily.

Now, I'm not thinking about whether the stick is going to break on every shot.

A few sticks of wood aren't going to stop me.

Off went the stick with him, and very soon he was again in the witch's courtyard.

They kept on grinning back at him as the stick went through them.

I can do the speaking softly part, but the big stick is going to have to be there too.

He thinks walking sticks are going to become very big.

She tried every direction the stick would go, but all speeds were forward.

But you and I both know that the big stick is probably not going to work.

Instead of hitting the glass, the stick went over and into the crowd.