As soon as the grand opening started, Betty took a bite of her candy-bar.

Jeffrey could tell that Jose was opinionated. He opened the door to the outhouse.

The wombat was on the prowl. Bryan pretended not to notice.

Jim-Bob was whistling. He took a long sip of his ale.

When Tyrone arrived at Easter, Anthony rushed to see him.

It was a misty morning. Morris was in the corner.

Barry could feel his heart beating.

Alfred was the best waiter bar none.

Crarboorn shielded his eyes against the blast.

Dwayne had never been to the stream. He wanted chocolate.

When Jonathan arrived at his party, Zachary fainted.

Debbie was at the bus stop. She had a corkscrew in her hand.

If the sheriff didn't arrive soon, Sue didn't know what she would do.

Smoke was in the air. Edward opened the door.

The sound of the waves made Amber laugh.

On Monday, Kristina always made up a story.

Quoebet Doomcrusher raised her axe.

Ghue arose from slumber.

When Jesus opened the door Mrs. Coleman looked up from her book.

Dorothy knew that the chicken was coarse.

Anthony put down the doll slowly.

After spending a night in hell, Richard was relieved to see his wife.

Dan could see that the physicist was hungry.

"Just breathe," Audrey told herself as she waited in the garden.

Herbert knew that Francis was empathetic.

There had never been a composer quite like Everett King, and he knew it.

The smoke coming from the armory made Valerie uneasy.

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

Lady Greenlock was reading in the living room.

Ashley was suprised to be free.

The physician opened the door, and led Vera inside.

Someone had invited an alligator to the funeral. Mark knew what to do.

Marvin was the best dancer who ever lived.

Carolyn had never been to the swamp. She laughed to herself.

As soon as the wedding started, Manuel lit a cigarette.

Dwight opened the door to the wardrobe. He shrugged.

Enrique opened the door to the kitchen. The silence was overwhelming.

It was a long way to the woods. Erik stopped and lowered his gaze.

If the author didn't arrive soon, Jacqueline didn't know what she would do.

It started like any other morning in the cafe. Victoria wanted to be alone.

Lady Myrtle was in one of her moods.

The puppy had escaped. Jim tried to remain calm.

Jennie was glad that everyone was coming to her grand opening.

Zachary could tell that Leslie was inferior. He opened the door to the garage.

Barry staggered in the darkness. The walls were slimey.

Lady Melinda was sitting in the cell.

It was a damp Sunday evening. Laura was in the hospital.

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

It was a calm, yet eerie July night. Ivan took a long sip of his juice as he led the messenger into the cloakroom.

Lena walked into the studio and glanced at Franklin. "You make me sing," she said.