He was always very emotional at the zoo.

She stole the cats in broad daylight.

Bea flung the shit covered banana leaf away.

She wished he stared at her the way he stared at flint.

John was finding the volume of indoor plants quite irksome.

The chickens had become Amy's only friends.

Rosie stood watching the farm yard goat. It drunkenly reclined against a wood stump whilst chewing on a pine cone, coughing up dry bits of bark.

Lucy sat scratching her leg with an old hairbrush, collecting the dead skin cells in a neat pile.

Bex was desperately trying not to fart.

Timmy couldn’t reach the spider smashing book to smash the spider.