He watched the glassworks burn and hid the implements of his handiwork.
There was no time to waste, he had a plastics factory to open.
He busied the students with vocabulary and short essay questions, all the while constructing a time machine in the back of the classroom.
The passenger service between Uniontown and Morgantown was never wildly reliable.
Warren G. Harding did at least keep the trains running.
The budget was slashed again, and a serial arsonist continued to run amok.
“Which of the councilmen sells insurance?” the Fire Chief asked.
The doctor studied the x-ray very closely.
“Tell me again,” he queried calmly, “how near to that toxic waste storage facility do you live?”