"All's well that ends well," Daisy told herself as she waited in the food court.

For as long as Yvonne could remember, she'd wanted to be an ornithologist.

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

Brandine was climbing. She took a sip of her chocolate milk.

The duck was on the loose. Carole knew exactly what to do.

It started like any other afternoon in Hong Kong. Harry knew it wasn't too late.

Trashaenys Fleshhand raised his axe.

Going to the river was a nice idea. Michael meditated.

Lois opened the door to the living room. She could not believe what she saw.

Roland had been expecting Darren for two hours. He lit a cigarette.

When Bobbie-Sue arrived at Christmas, Angela laughed.

There had never been a blacksmith quite like Sidney Baker, and he knew it.

The sound of the parrot squawking made Paul want to cry.

Louise had come to Australia prepared. She was here to meet the burglar.

Audrey walked into the garage and glanced at Ellen. "You make me worry," she said.

It was a typical evening in the mall. Veronica took a bite of her apple.

Michael could tell that Philip was reverential. He opened the door to the basement.

It was a afternoon full of promise. David was in the observatory.

Someone had invited a shark to Easter. Robert knew it wouldn't end well.

It was a quiet afternoon. Jeffery wanted time to stand still as he led the model into the cloakroom.