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.
The train station was bustling. People were rushing to and fro, clutching their bags and suitcases as if the world would end if they didn't get on that next train.
The steampunk guitar was built by a mad scientist who had spent his life trying to make the perfect musical instrument. He had never been able to create one that met his standards, but he was determined to keep trying.
It was a dark and stormy night when the cat heard a knock at the door.