misscedar
At the sound of the gong the cat scrambled up the tree. It nervously paced back and forth on the branch that supported it, all the time looking for a way down.
I sit quietly looking out the window, watching the scenery fly by. I sip slowly on the glass of brandy in front of me. When will I be off this blasted train?
The only man sat on his porch rocking. He sat and watched the sun come up and then go down again. Briefly taking time out as he wrapped his lips around his old corn cob pipe.
The girl took a big bit of the ripe juicy tomato. It dripped between her small fingers, down the front of the dress grandma had sewn her, staining the white bow that tied around the waist.
The dog ran as fast as he could, leaving his owner and the leash behind in the dust. He stopped suddenly, lifted his leg, and urinated on the pillar.
The spider was scrambling along the ground, trying to get untied from the string that entangled him. With every few inches he was yanked back by the boy. The spider was angry, and wanted nothing more than to jump on the boys face and eat his eyeballs.