emptydog
There was whimsy in the air when she left for the party. They didn't know there was going to be a party; she just decided to do it. And there was. Little Bobby Whimsy was there and ready for action.
She sat at her sewing machine and thought about what she was going to make. Something with a bit of whimsy, she thought. Maybe a kind of cooking kettle. Except that was too far over the edge. So she made a shirt.
The cherries on the tree looked to be almost ripened. It is odd, the guy thought, I thought that I could get a cherry at the store and be ready to eat, but alas, it was found to be only on time for that day. It's the pits, he thought.
The church spire was burned and blackened. The lightning struck it and many of the town thought that it was a warning to behave themselves. Sheriff Jones just smiled. He knew his little trick would stop those problems with the youngsters.
So when you get a box of candy for a gift and you smile and thank them, when they leave do you go through the box and throw out the caramels? Or do you just tough it out?
What the heck are you talking about, Junior?
Synchronicity, Pops.
Well, you better start to talk English-like, you hear me?
The lion paced in his cage. This was no dumb lion. He had been in a cage for years and had been able through practice to speak almost like a human. It was a low, rumbling voice, but he could talk.
She thought of herself as a twig. She was small and frail and knew it was only a matter of time before she was broken. Imagine her surprise when she found just the opposite.
The bear sat in the tree. Bears can climb trees dontcha know. And he looked down to see where the bush was that was growing the berries. And then he saw it. It is one of those bears that sometimes forgets where things are.
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