Joe's beard was constantly full of wood shavings from his furniture making and was considered by all the local birds and rodents to provide the best material for nesting.

She wore angora sweaters and smelled like honey.

The doors burst open and in tumbled the shoppers, their eyes on the shiny prize.

They gave thanks through gluttony.

The blinding light drove them back.

The smell of poverty clung to me like a moth-eaten overcoat.

She jogged to Thanksgiving dinner and did calisthenics between courses, hoping this would balance out her glutenous behavior at the overabundant table.