“Under the pink Harlequin sunglasses strawberry dangling charms, and sugar-frosted eyeshadow she was really almost beautiful.”

“Kate smirked."What?""Your horse looks pink.""So?""If you paste some stars on her butt you'll be riding My Little Pony.""Bugger off." I patted the mare's neck. "Don't listen to her, Sugar. You are the cutest horsey ever. The correct name for her color is strawberry roan, by the way.""Strawberry Shortcake, more like it. Does Strawberry Shortcake know you stole her horse? She will be berry, berry angry with you."I looked at her from under half-lowered eyelids. "I can shoot you right here, on this road, and nobody will ever find your body.”

“Morning. Strawberry sky dusted with white winter powder sugar sun. And nobody to munch on it with”

“She merely beamed a fatty beam. She was almost ponderous, and pink, with a tendency to a double chin.”

“She behaves as if she was beautiful. Most American women do. It is the secret of their charm.”

“He frosted under heavy guard.”