Mary plays the piano
Edith could decide if she should paint her teeth or brush her nails
Smoky the Bear secretly started the fires
The dead trees waited to be ignited by the smallest spark and seek their revenge
It’s always a good idea to seek shelter from the evil gaze of the sun.
His get rich quick scheme was to grow a cactus farm
A dead duck doesn’t fly backward
She wondered what his eyes were saying beneath his mirrored sunglasses
The mysterious diary records the voice.
There’s a message for you if you look up.
Nobody questions who built the pyramids in Mexico.
There’s an art to getting your way, and spitting olive pits across the table isn’t it.
The wake behind the boat told of the past while the open sea for told life in the unknown future
She found his complete dullness interesting.
At that moment she realized she had a sixth sense.
She wanted to be rescued, but only if it was Tuesday and raining
Nobody loves a pig wearing lipstick
She lived on Monkey Jungle Road and that seemed to explain all of her strangeness
At that moment I was the most fearsome weasel in the entire swamp.
I used to practice weaving with spaghetti three hours a day but stopped because I didn’t want to die alone.