On Friday, Claudia always made a mess.

It was a quiet afternoon down by the river.

Tanya could tell that Yolanda was uneasy. She opened the door to the chapel.

Antonio could see that Marc was stupid.

It was a long way to the mountain. Ben stopped and shuddered in anticipation.

When Deborah arrived at Thanksgiving, Annie ignored her.

Sara put down the ukulele carefully.

Georgia buttoned up her jacket. It was going to be a special evening.

Going to the cave was a foolhardy idea. Kathleen lowered her gaze.

As soon as the grand opening started, Eugene grinned.

Amanda staggered in the gloom. The walls were crumbling.

Xyreosm arose from slumber.

Troy had invited a shop assistant to his funeral. He knew the fun was about to begin.

Becky opened the door to the barn. The stench was surprisingly pleasant.

For as long as Lance could remember, he'd wanted to be an entertainer.

Queetharice shielded his eyes against the blast.

When Samantha arrived at Christmas, everyone cried.

Seth opened the door to the attic. He twiddled his thumbs.

Nelson could see that the octopus was ravenous.

Qiniev Sunteller raised his axe.

If the meteorologist didn't arrive soon, Perry didn't know what he would do.

Patricia knew that the hairdresser was unsure.

Dustin was disappointed that no one was coming to his grand opening.

Dana could feel her heart beating.

The music coming from the bathroom made Violet uneasy.

Someone had invited a bear to the wedding. Christy knew it wouldn't end well.

It was a rain-swept Monday night. Frank was in the attic.

Delores could not feel anything.

Frances had never been to the cave. She took a sip of her coffee.

Tanya could see that Carole was unbelieving.

Morris was at the butcher. He had an apple in his hand.

As soon as Easter started, Jon lowered his gaze.

It was a long way to the beach. Jeffrey stopped and wiped the sweat from his brow.

Lady Ruby was in one of her moods.

Stephen was the best builder bar none.

Elly-May was screaming. She closed her eyes and took a drag on her cigarette.

It was a wintery November evening. Christy took a bite of her muffin as she led the bartender into the basement.

Barry went over the plan. It was going to be a tough night.

Amber had invited a monkey to her funeral. She knew the fun was about to begin.

Carrie could see that Mattie was a spy. She tried not to worry.

The lobby was ready.

Jimmy had been waiting for Pedro for three hours. He wanted a croissant.

There had never been a cook quite like Tim Davis, and he knew it.

Harry opened the door to the living room. The odour was unbearable.

Allison put down the guitar nervously.

Dave opened the door to the pantry. He checked his reflection.

On Thursday, Ruby always made money.

A sense of magic was in the air. Leslie looked at the time.

When Kyle arrived at Thanksgiving, everyone gasped.

After spending a night in the airport, Phillip was relieved to see his home.