Clara felt that the blacksmith was frustrated.

Patrick was suprised to be alive.

There had never been a poet quite like Jim-Bob Green, and he knew it.

On Monday, Derrick made a wish.

Debra could see that Ella was unsentimental. She opened the door to the control room.

Melissa opened the door to the kitchen. Her senses were overwhelmed.

A sense of magic was in the air. Stella smiled knowingly.

Dwight opened the door to the wine cellar. He checked his reflection.

Julio could see that the sheep was bold.

Going to the mountain was a terrible idea. Charlene looked at the time.

When the sun rose, Peter knew it was time to move on.

When Max opened the door Mr. Young looked up from his book.

Andy was the best researcher in town.

"This is crazy," Tracey told herself as she waited in the observatory.

When Tracy arrived at her party, Connie stared in disbelief.

It was a long way to the planet. Joel stopped and raised his hands.

It was a fun November evening. Dana scratched her hand as she led the social worker into the control room.

The seagull was on the loose. Stanley pretended not to notice.

Mitchell could tell that Glen was a bricklayer. He tried not to smile.

Someone had invited a duck to Christmas. Phyllis knew what to do.

Phillip staggered in the gloom. The walls were rough.

For as long as Edith could remember, she'd wanted to be a gardener.

It was a wild, stormy night. Dora was at the skateboard park.

After spending a night on the street, Edgar was relieved to see his home.

The garage was the perfect location.

Nina knew that Jacqueline was superstitious.

Christopher was planking. He crouched and tied his laces.

The smell coming from the outhouse made Jacob uneasy.

When Bessie arrived at her funeral, everyone welcomed her.

Tracey opened the door to the closet. She had dreamed of this moment.

Lord Corey was in one of his moods.

Duane opened the door to the basement. He cracked open another beer.

There had never been an astronaut quite like Heidi Stuart, and she knew it.

Anne had come to Cairo alone. She was here to meet the fishmonger.

It was a quiet afternoon down by the lake.

Kristina could see that the gate-keeper was vacuous.

As soon as Thanksgiving started, Kathleen buttoned up her jacket.

Rose felt that the bee was pathetic.

Luis could tell that Raul was festive. He opened the door to the living room.

Milton was in the prison. He had a Earl Grey tea in his hand.

Nathaniel was disappointed that Tyrone was coming to his party.

Dolores walked into the garage and glanced at Yolanda. "You make me wet," she said.

Scheit arose from slumber.

When Leonard opened the door Mr. Allen looked up from his book.

If the yodeler didn't arrive soon, Vivian didn't know what she would do.

The sound of the chickens made Fred hesitant.

The factory worker opened the door, and led Toni inside.

When rain stopped, Mary-Lou knew it was time to sleep.

When Eileen arrived at her funeral, everyone fainted.

It was a typical afternoon in the wardrobe. Joyce raised her hands.

It was a clear, bright summer evening. Chad was in the cathedral.

Tamara opened the door to the lobby. She had dreamed of this moment.

Stella had been waiting for Samantha for two hours. She knew it was too late.

Someone had invited a dolphin to Thanksgiving. Brandy knew the fun was about to begin.

Joy put down the kebab nervously.

The music coming from the office made Raymond hopeful.

Rosemary had invited a dogcatcher to Christmas. She knew what to do.

Stanley could tell that Julian was a firefighter. He tried not to worry.

The wardrobe was covered in blood.

After spending a night under a bridge, Gloria was relieved to see her husband.

Going to the river was a good idea. Nora took a bite of her slice of pizza.

A sense of magic was in the air. Leah waited.

Theodore shrugged.

Samantha could see that Nancy was preoccupied.

Virginia was the best publisher around.

It was a long way to the forest. Marian stopped and lit a cigarette.

As soon as the grand opening started, Lee checked his reflection.

Armando swallowed nervously. It was going to be a tough night.

It was a quiet afternoon down by the river.

The dog was on the prowl. Phyllis pretended not to notice.

For as long as Stephen could remember, he'd wanted to be a chauffeur.

It was a crisp evening. Kent wanted to be alone as he led the pilot into the bedroom.

When Reginald arrived at his funeral, everyone laughed at him.

Andrea felt that the choreographer was ritualistic.

There had never been a burglar quite like Cory Stuart, and he knew it.

Julie staggered in the darkness. The walls were damp.

The sound of the parrot squawking made Max want to scream.

Miriam opened the door to the dining room. She lit a cigarette.

Beatrice was painting. She giggled to herself.

Someone had invited a bunny to Christmas. Bob knew what to do.

Micheal was suprised to be free.

The smoke coming from the waiting room made Maureen hopeful.

If the herbalist didn't arrive soon, Leon didn't know what he would do.

Eduardo opened the door to the kitchen. He had dreamed of this moment.

Loi arose from slumber.

When the sun rose, Dwight knew it was time to sleep.

"You deserve this," Emily told herself as she waited down the well.

Brenda had never been to the lake. She closed her eyes and took a breath.

The entertainer opened the door, and led Jeanette inside.

On Wednesday, Geraldine made dessert.

Uerz shielded his eyes against the sun.

Smoke was in the air. Joan looked at the time.

Leo hoped that the monkey was prejudiced.

Donna put down the pickle slowly.

Mabel hoped that no one was coming to Thanksgiving.

As soon as the funeral started, Freddie lowered his gaze.

Pedro could tell that Brian was a pickpocket. He tried not to worry.

When Russell opened the door Mrs. Tremblay looked up from her work.

It started like any other day in the attic. Cody bit his fingernails.

Stacy was the best fisher around.