Everyone was shocked at the enormity of Melvin's marmot.
Her awakening was a sudden and forceful shove into reality.
The marmots only half-heartedly acquiesced to her enthusiastic commands, but it was a start.
The marmots were so persuasive that all those in attendance joined the Club.
With persistence and a firm hand, she kept her marmots in order, at least for the moment.
If the voice on the other end chucks and whistles, hang up.
The marmot had imprinted itself so deeply upon her psyche that it reappeared in her artwork whether she intended it or not.
She remained silent while her man blindly drove them into a ditch.
It was supposed to be a fun day at the lake until the marmots began screaming.
He faced his marmot with grace, dignity, and the intention of fair play.
Their deafening cheers were an unconscious attempt to quiet their suspicions that they might be wrong.
They thought that a display of force and a line in the sand would stop the marmot.
She assumed she was prettier when she pointed her toes.