When the moon came up, Paul knew it was time to find shelter.

Amber was disappointed that everyone was coming to Thanksgiving.

As soon as Easter started, Derrick chewed his lip.

Harry opened the door to the library. He was afraid of what he would find.

Eugene took a bite of his icecream.

The wolf had escaped. Sam tried to remain calm.

It was a typical evening. Adrian took a sip of his 7-up as he led the painter into the kitchen.

If the chauffeur didn't arrive soon, Michele didn't know what she would do.

Gloria hoped that Roberta was unsure.

Phillip put down the candy-bar nervously.

When Christine arrived at Christmas, Emma cried.

Strirmebon leaned into the wind.

Megan was the best fortune-teller in town.

Leonard was farting. He wanted to start over.

Lady Malderholme was in one of her moods.

"Show no mercy," Billy-Bob told himself as he waited on the roof.

It was a long way to the stream. Denise stopped and smiled knowingly.

The laundry was a complete mess.

Terrence could see that Tim was a bandit. He tried not to smile.

Dan fumbled in the darkness. The walls were ice-cold.

The marshal opened the door, and led Allison inside.

There had never been an ornithologist quite like Alvin Moore, and he knew it.

Someone had invited a crocodile to Thanksgiving. Bobby knew it wouldn't end well.

The music coming from the lobby made Ann hopeful.

Morris could see that Bill was cheerful. He opened the door to the armory.

It was a dark, moonless fall night. Carol was behind the wall.

Ana had invited a dolphin to her funeral. She knew the fun was about to begin.

Grace could see that the shaman was wary.

Tanya had been expecting Annie for three days. She took a bite of her sandwich.

The tiger was on the prowl. Anthony tried to remain calm.

Christine opened the door to the chapel. She had dreamed of this moment.

It was a hot Tuesday morning. Terrance gripped his screwdriver as he led the evangelist into the studio.

The sound of the vacuum cleaner made Annette laugh.

Smoke was in the air. Anita opened the door.

Patrick was relieved that Jimmy was coming to Christmas.

If the sculptor didn't arrive soon, Claire didn't know what she would do.

Ted could not see anything.

For as long as Bobbie-Sue could remember, she'd wanted to be a poet.

It was a long way to the lake. Brittany stopped and hoped for a miracle.

As soon as the funeral started, Ethel smiled.

When Melanie arrived at Easter, Vernon embraced her.

After spending a night in hospital, Marie was relieved to see her mother.

When Lynn arrived at her wedding, everyone laughed.

Clinton opened the door to the classroom. He took a sip of his egg nog.

Craig was dancing. He checked his phone.

Jennie was the best pawnbroker around.

Shannon was in the bomb-shelter. She had a chocolate milk in her hand.

On Saturday, Mae made art.

There had never been a reporter quite like Mary-Lou Tremblay, and she knew it.

Byron chewed some gum. It was going to be a special afternoon.