The witch lived in the woods, and she was a very old witch. She always wore a long black dress. She lived in a small cabin on top of a hill near the edge of the forest.
The white owl looked out at the vast expanse of space and sighed.
The girl with purple hair had been dreaming of this moment for years.
The big rat sat on the cusp of a great discovery. He had been working for weeks on his invention, and he was almost ready to test it.
The old man's motorbike was a work of art. It had been built from scratch by the old man himself, and it was his pride and joy. The frame was made of metal, but it looked like wood.