4 Discos Rock

The King looked at the broccoli with disdain. The wind blew fiercely through the night. Mum was in a fuss as the girls made a mess. My amazing ancestors could make a fire with a stick and a rock. The road was drenched after the enormous tornado. The jet veered to the right. The fire was roaring and crackling, furiously through the night. In high jump, I just nicked the bar, I was furious. The little boy was so enchanted by the people dancing around on the stage. I crammed all the ice-cream into my mouth. I veered as I did a burnout but I hit the other car. My friend consoled me when I lost my dog. “It is very hot” complained Tom. The man was trying to cram his his food into his mouth for a contest. I was galloping up the hill bareback. It was a disaster when the storm came.