As I read the book, the characters jumped off the page.
The bread jumped out of the toaster.
The flowers begged for water.
The leaves danced through the breeze.
The dirty car was screaming to be washed.
As we headed home after the movie, the stars in the clear night sky winked at us.
The bubbles in the soda danced and tickled the girl’s face.
We heard the rain hammering on the roof during the movie.
The old chair groaned as the boy sat down.
Even though I knew I already had enough snacks, the pretzel tiptoed onto my tray at the snack counter.
As soon as the booth opened, the tickets to the new movie flew out the window.
