Her reaction was a few seconds behind normal.
FBI, Ma’am. You have a stolen stove top.
When I woke up the morning was already there, waiting for me, and without my having to do anything.
I didn’t know pigeons had cheeks.
He had his friend, Wooly help him with the snowflakes.
Life keeps some people up more than others.
In her spare time, she sang arias to the squirrels.
It’s not who, what, when, where or how anymore. It’s, “Does this grip your heart?”
Calvin says, “If the FBI knocked on my house, I’d vomit up the truffles I stole from the candy dish before I’d give up anything else.” 
Calvin & Bloggie 
If I were as persistent as gopher hunting dog I saw in the park this morning, I would be a prize winning novelist.
Janie-sue,
Just write. Worry about the details later!