She clung like glue to her new bike.

Our school had a picnic

at noon.

The angry wind blew a

few trees down.

The smooth fruit hung

from the tree branches.

The big blue blooms made

the flowers special.

I was pressing grapes with a

spoon to make juice.

She sat on a stool in the

cool shade of branches.

He wore his special blue suit to the

party.

Sue was pressing her

fingers along the side of the pool

to hold on.

Soon we will have a picnic

at the zoo.

The angry sea tossed the food and the crew all around the ship.

The dew clung to the leaves and

the fruit.

Some were angry and did not believe

the news of the school closing, but

they found out it was true.

My cat clung to the branches and

wasn’t in the mood to get down

anytime soon.

Our fingers held the rail as we looked at the moon and stars from the deck of the

cruise ship.

His nephew drew a special picture of the

town.

Stew is not a good food to

take on a picnic.

Mom knew that pressing the shirt

would make it look like new.