Granola is relaxing to make.
The cow is of the bovine ilk; One end is moo, the other, milk.
Soon, the violin’s circle of danger expands to include Ace, then tightens like a hangman’s noose.
As I pass under their canopy, cool air braces me and a spritz of moisture douses my face.
This is the story of how I found myself a soloist in front of a symphony orchestra. I am not a soloist.
How-to: Highlight text in Word, then make Word speak it out loud.
In all the examples I can find, goblins wore hats.
Mrs. Figgins: Charmed, I’m sure. I have a list of questions.
GW: Yes, that’s the idea of—
Mrs. Figgins: Stifle.
“Quack, duck!” is shorter than, “Warburton, get your head down!”
"What’s your full name?"
"Hubert Ewing Devery Christopher Bostock III."
"That’s … quite a name."