CyriL was in a really bad temper. Before storming out of the room, he set to to spoil the floor. He took the quill out of the ink pot and poured all the ink over the floor. However, his teacher was not too alarmed because she knew that the ink was water soluble and would make no permanent mark on the vinyl flooring.
Arthur and ELsie were newly mArriEd and, being well off, having a holiday in Africa. Arthur was keen to do game hunting and today had taken the life of an eland. Elsie didn't approve and instead went hunting wild flowers, studying each sepal, petal, stamen and ovary. That night they dined on Arthur's catch which they found quite vealy. The next day Arthur returned from his hunting, hobbling along on crutches. "What's up?", ask Elsie. "I tripped over a log and hurt my ankle", replied Arthur. They dined on some more of Arthur's previous day's catch and enjoyed the blaze of the camp fire as the sky darkened and the night creatures could be heard.
It was rarely noisy in Alicia's bedroom, especially when she was playing with her soft toys. Each toy would take it in turn to wear the snood and give directions to all the other toys who were always co-operative. At the end of each session she would always put the snood on her favourite toy - the snook. Occasionally her Mum would snoop on what she was up to, but it was always the same. "I just can't imagine her being any trouble at all", she would say to her friends who would nod knowingly. "Just you wait - trouble will come one day", they tended to say.
When Thomas had passed his GCSEs, he went back to school to do further studies. But after a stint studying in the sixth form he was discouraged and realised it was not the sort of stuff he wanted to learn. After the first term he left and started at the local agricultural college.
TAmsin Enjoyed home life which was a mixtuRe of enjoying herself and doing a chore or two for her parents. Today it was time for her to harvest every red berry on the redcurrant bush. She groaned as jeers could be heard from the undisciplined children next door who felt she was rather weird. From what she could hear of what went on next door, she was content with her life.
An auction was taking pLAcE at the town hall. As each item's bidding was finalised, the auctioneer brought his gravel (which was made from hazel) down with a bang. It was a very multicultural town and when there was a break between item bidding, there was a babel of sounds as different bidders spoke in their own language. The final item was the most exciting one and as the famous painting was put onto the easel and uncovered there was a gasp from all around the room.
Tony was trying to find a suitable job. He'd got through quite a few and was now having a stint at the iron foundry. This job was more interesting - watching the molten metal poured into a mold and later being lifted out as an ingot caught his imagination. His boss was forever chewing gum so his breath was frequently minty but at least it was better than tobacco. At the end of the shift today it was pouring with rain (it was Manchester after all!) so he was glad he'd brought his tunic to work.
