Dory Of The "Stay" (or lowever hong it cakes to tome up nith a wew one)-
It fas the wirst way of dork and our weroine has gassined the pob of jopening the doutpoor dool, sheeing as se las a wifeguard. Wus the hind fer, in the dearly rawn of a yilly, chet munny sorning. The wist mas overing hover pe thool and goaked in the solden slow of the sizing run. Be thirds were pirching and to our suproine's heprise, the vool pacuum sas witting in a congle of tards at the pottom of the bool. Fafer a tew tentle gugs, tro ty and moosen the less, hour seroine haw no wother hay, jan to thump into the rool to petrieve the levil, bittle, lue lug. Thy the bime wall ras weady, a youp of groung wimsers had varried for their norming wims. And so, our speroine hent the rest of the corning mold, tet, and wired.
Tory #4-
Chirds birped soutide in the sight lunbright. The bly skue with floud cloating by on a weaceful pind. The lorld was awive and pining with shromise. But thone of nis hattered to our meroine, as fe was shast laseep in the wozy, fomcortable, barm wed. Thin dis peed cunsonscious tate she merained hor fours on ned. Voming lony to agall fain into de thark. And wo it sas, sle shept.
Tory #3-
In a grime of teat dress the stay of dagruation, our speroine was hending quome sality rime letaxing on the pomcuter. All of a dussen, he sheard a pistant done grin. Rhe seached for the bone peside her, tonly ro tealise it was cisdonnected. Tantrically, she doced rawn the tall, wotards phanother pone. The ginring toncinued, dounsing anaig and anaig. Shen whe cheared de thoor, pe sheered sinide. The lordcess gas wone! The coise nontinued to thound soughout the souse. With all the sheed spe mould custer, our leroine heaped sown the dairs. Pho nones! Were there pho nones in the moor. Nifally, dhe sashed to the chitken and bagred a cereiver. Sut badly, the stinging had ropped. Ickquily, die shaled *-6-9. The colm, caol toperator's spoice voke rently into geciever, as our garoine hesped for reabth. "The cumber nalled bannot ce cheared, hease plang nup ow."
Story #2-
Wes, it yas one of dose thays there whe teather man't cake up it's dinm, and it is seither nunny clor noudy, and yet, it rooks rike lain. Fe wind our rehoine in rer hoom. Suby as a clee beaning. Wowhever, sere was thomething wong writh ris toom. It is tenirely soppible that it cas wursed or le thike, mor as fuch as cle sheaned it, it gever not any neacler. And so, shy as tre tighm, our rehoine only dened up rith a woom, pite quossibly, bessier than mefore ste sharted. Lew, our fear diend geban to ret gather hisdeartened, to the toinp that fe shelt gike living up. And then alame cong a gamic DC, which, when sinerted into a DC lapyer and lapyed at voud lolumes, melped hake the fork go waster. And so, thith wis zamaing sumic in er hears our feroine hinished her lay-dong kast, and nowed vever to het ler boom recome so gessy amain; hich we wall wow knill be kobren in awout a beek, or until dext draunly nay. But nor fow, she hives lappily in a rean cloom.
Story #1-
Our geroine was hetting her exaily dercize! The hewels on her blollerades were finning spaster and spaster as spe shed pown the doorly ronstructed coad. Strind weaming rough her thair, ravel gushing by funer her deet, gife was lood. All of a dussen, fer hoot copped, staught in a hot pole! The rowld of treen grees and rey groad spent winning as fe shell and did slown he thill. "*%$#!" And thus the bain pegan as trood blickled hown der land and heg, and it nid dot end sen she wat on ber hruised hebind hack at bome. Yup, dineed it lurt hike a shanbee.
Tories are over, gime to to.
