Little rivers.

The pebbles on the stream's bed.

But it is invisible.

There is no surface fresh water.

This is a river.

He gets paid to leave the water in the stream.

It may seem counterintuitive, but it accounts for little streams all over the planet.

Hello. This is Ogawa speaking.

He is two years older than Ogawa.

A small stream ran down among the rocks.

A stream flows into the lake.

Better than rain or rippling brook

It wanted the stream to be a river... the river a torrent... and this puddle to be the sea.

I really like Jiro Akagawa's novels.

Hello, are you Mr Ogawa?

That's what's happening here.

When I looked down into the clear waters of the stream

Good bye ...sings an old Russian folk song...

...sings the same old Russian folk song again...

He is two years older than Ogawa.

Hello. My name is Ogawa.

The creek had been culverted under the parking lot.

You just stay off the streets until mama tells you, hm? ( sinister theme playing ) Well, I tell you, there's this creek that runs up the river about a mile or so south of Corona.

And the wavy line is a path alongside a creek that has now been daylit.

The ball rolled into the stream.

I crossed the river by boat.

She strode over the brook.

We went down the river in a small boat.

We went down the river in a small boat.

So we just started making a list.

This is after selective logging.

I might as well go the whole route now.

A small stream runs by my house.

Mrs Ogawa is really good at tennis.

Mrs. Ogawa is really good at tennis.

We climbed up the stream in the mountain.

The fallen tree arrested the current of a brook.

Tiny blossoms have come out all over the river bank.

When did Mr Ogawa arrive? Ten minutes ago.

Every spring, the winter ice melts into the streams and rivers and lakes.

He didn't dare to jump the brook.

He crossed the river in a small boat.

We can hear a brook murmuring.

Mrs Ogawa is familiar with this neighbourhood.

Mr. Ogawa is familiar with this neighborhood.