Someone had invited a donkey to Christmas. Cassandra knew what to do.

Darren could tell that Salvador was a sleuth. He tried not to laugh.

It was a long way to the woods. Minnie stopped and enjoyed the feeling of freedom.

The smell coming from the bathroom made Gene uneasy.

Delores was suprised to be alone.

For as long as Byron could remember, he'd wanted to be a computer programmer.

Christian was in the nuclear power-plant. He had a hairbrush in his hand.

Luis opened the door to the attic. He hoped for a miracle.

Lorraine was the best tattooist in town.

Eddie was moving. He struggled to breathe.

As soon as the wedding started, Don snapped his fingers.

The frog was on the loose. Marlene tried to remain calm.

It was a clear evening. Rafael was in the observatory.

It was a damp night. Cassandra went over the plan as she led the poet into the lobby.

Lady Brindlechester was in one of her moods.

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

Sandra put down the carrot nervously.

After spending a night under a bridge, Ashley was relieved to see her mother.

Alfredo had invited a tiger to his funeral. He knew what to do.

If the torturer didn't arrive soon, Angel didn't know what he would do.

When Jesus arrived at his wedding, everyone laughed at him.

Jeffrey could see that the evangelist was completely normal.

Monica had been waiting for Edith for five days. She rubbed her hands together.

Oldoe leaned into the wind.

The wardrobe was full of smoke.

Jane had never been to the pond. She straightened her clothes.

The sound of the blender made Bonnie hesitant.

Christian could see that the duck was ridiculous.

Timothy could feel his heart beating.

When wolves began to howl, Martha knew it was time to sleep.

It was a quiet afternoon down by the river.

For as long as Oscar could remember, he'd wanted to be an assassin.

"Maybe no one will notice," Duane told himself as he waited in the bomb-shelter.

Going to the cave was a foolhardy idea. Shirley chewed some gum.

The lumberjack opened the door, and led Willard inside.

When Jo arrived at Christmas, Jill cried.

Henry enjoyed the feeling of freedom. It was going to be a momentous day.

Kathleen opened the door to the basement. She had dreamed of this moment.

Jack walked into the bedroom and glanced at Kathryn. "You make me exercise," he said.

Joel could tell that Jared was a bartender. He tried not to feel intimidated.

As soon as Thanksgiving started, Laura scratched her hand.

Cecil was glad that Allen was coming to his party.

Leah checked her watch.

Shannon had come to Paris prepared. She was here to meet the surgeon.

When Ross opened the door Mr. Lee looked up from his work.

It was a bleak, wintery Tuesday afternoon. Bernard was in the closet.

Marc was falling. He enjoyed the feeling of power.

It was a clear, bright night. Harvey questioned his decision as he led the candlemaker into the bedroom.

If the locksmith didn't arrive soon, Alvin didn't know what he would do.

Jo was the best author in town.