At three in the afternoon the sky spoke to the lake, again and again, "You look just like me today!"

At seven in the evening, they walked and walked, little did they know that every time they walked pass this yellow picture frame a young man pressed the shutter on his camera.

At four in the afternoon, they climbed and climbed over grey barren hills. Humans call them "pebbles".   They are strong enough to take these hills in their hands and throw them into the water.  One hill bounced seven times on the lake.

At six in the afternoon, she pondered and pondered.  A menu has dozens of dishes to choose from, but she could only pick one.  For the cost is great and her tummy is small.

At five in the afternoon I barked, and barked.  Two people walked close to me with a silver box.  My master punished me for chewing on his silver box last time.  So I barked, and barked even louder, for I was frightened.  The two people ran away.

At eight, I wondered and wondered, "What if ripples are angular and docks are circular?"