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.