Let’s see if this works. Make a note of your answers to the following polls:
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Now, fit your answers (or the winners, your choice) into the sentence below. Hopefully you can copy and paste into the comments or something.
Miss Smythe’s face turned [First answer] when she heard the news that her money had gone [2nd answer]. All she had left in the world was a [3rd Answer]. Her brother, who had no more sense than a [4th Answer]. She had no choice but to ask her bother’s best friend for help even though it would be [5th answer] fitting. As she crossed the street to his house, she [6th Answer] into his arms.
The End. Or is it?
I’m game, Carolyn! Fun idea!! I found you can copy the paragraph into a word program like Word, plug in your answers and indeed then paste it here. I’m going to hold off on posting mine until more people have participated, however. Hoping to see more varieties of answers! So far all of us have chosen a blue dress, for instance. Not surprisingly, we all want our gentleman to be breathtakingly handsome –we’re romance readers and writers!! LOL.
Miss Smythe’s face turned forest green when she heard the news that her money had gone missing. All she had left in the world was a feather. Her brother, who had no more sense than a beetle. She had no choice but to ask her bother’s best friend for help even though it would be hardly fitting. As she crossed the street to his house, she tumbled into his arms.
It works!
Copy-and-paste works fine.
I chose “hardly” handsome because I’m often attracted to men who are intelligent or kind, who are good looking enough but not necessarily amazingly handsome. 🙂
LOL Many of us think alike.
Miss Smythe’s face turned BLUE when she heard the news that her money had gone CHEERFUL. All she had left in the world was a FEATHER . Her brother, who had no more sense than a SMALL FOWL. She had no choice but to ask her bother’s best friend for help even though it would be BRESTHTAKINGLY fitting. As she crossed the street to his house, she TUMBLED into his arms.
The End.
Miss Smythe’s face turned the color of the finest madeira when she heard the news that her money had gone cheerful. All she had left in the world was a bat. Her brother, who had no more sense than a duckling. She had no choice but to ask her brother’s best friend for help even though it would be breathtakingly fitting. As she crossed the street to his house, she twirled into his arms.
I love madlibs! So, of course, I had to try it out!