The giraffe was on the loose. Kelly tried to remain calm.

It was a long way to the lake. Norman stopped and checked his reflection.

Harold rubbed his hands together. It was going to be a special day.

Lonnie had never been to the sea. He took a sip of his wine.

Oscar smiled knowingly.

It was a quiet afternoon down by the river.

Janet was waiting. She went over the plan.

The sound of the blender made Marc laugh.

Julia opened the door to the garage. The odour was unbearable.

"Today is the day," Carl told himself as he waited behind the bikeshed.

Wilma could tell that Mary-Lou was a governor. She tried not to laugh.

As soon as the wedding started, Regina took a bite of her hot dog.

When Benjamin arrived at his party, everyone laughed at him.

Going to the lake was a bad idea. Emily questioned her decision.

When Mike opened the door Mr. Car son looked up from his book.

It was a evening full of promise. Catherine was at the bus stop.

The bedroom was full of smoke.

Jack could tell that Steve was sympathetic. He opened the door to the outhouse.

Farol Willwain raised his shield.

Carol was suprised to be alive.

Sergio opened the door to the barn. He shrugged.

When Sylvia arrived at Easter, everyone cried.

Someone had invited a lion to Christmas. Stephanie knew the fun was about to begin.

When the moon came up, Emily knew it was time to sleep.

The noises coming from the attic made Alma hopeful.

Lord Freinthwaite was in one of his moods.

Madison put down the kite slowly.

If the dogcatcher didn't arrive soon, Marilyn didn't know what she would do.

The sound of the bagpipes made Benjamin hesitant.

The horse had escaped. Courtney tried to remain calm.

Don had been expecting Jesus for four hours. He took a long sip of his mochaccino.

"This is crazy," Kim told herself as she waited in the shop.

Travis staggered in the gloom. The walls were ice-cold.

The painter opened the door, and led Beth inside.

Roberto was growing. He shuddered in anticipation.

Lord Aberport was sitting in the closet.

It was a typical day in New York. Randall put down his bottle.

After spending a night under a bridge, Jeremy was relieved to see his boss.

For as long as Toni could remember, she'd wanted to be a construction worker.

It was a long way to the gully. Mary-Beth stopped and twiddled her thumbs.

Ralph had never been to the sea. He knew it wasn't too late.

It was a dark and stormy Tuesday morning. Billy-Bob was in the deli.

Willie had invited a spelunker to Thanksgiving. She knew the fun was about to begin.

Ross was in the basement. He had a short black in his hand.

Robert picked up his fork. It was going to be a tough evening.

Kristin opened the door to the lounge room. The odour was surprisingly pleasant.

Emily could feel her life slipping away.

Paul hoped that Nelson was oppressed.

Theodore hoped that the percussionist was earthy.

It was a dull, insipid Saturday night. Tiffany took a bite of her fishcake as she led the DJ into the control room.