soon as the po-po went by i said copp! run! and we ran like hell.

 it's kind of fun to escape the po-po's though i'd rather be loved.

when i saw the po-po wasn't on our tail, i flopped down giddily in the grass and waited for mr.

when you are out of danger, it's fun to sigh with joy and relief.

unfortunately, you have to assume that all the po-po's are evil and all the cars are killers. 

he blended well, we ran like hell.