She took another two steps, halted behind the door, and eavesdropped carefully. Still nothing.
Not a note. So, like a criminal in the dusk, she slid past the door to the opposing embankment and compressed herself against it.
If anyone arrives right now, I'm toast. She peeked at the front door. No, I'm not. I reside in the edifice also.
I'll simply assert I had a dizzy spell and had to crouch against the embankment for support. I might even get some compassion for an alteration.
At ultimate, she braced herself for the big period. Grabbing an intense gust, she knocked over lodgings 1A. The cottage was dull except for the light dripping around the drawn window hues.
Why didn't I get a flashlight?
She didn't get two steps into the lodgings before vicious fluttering feathers whacked her about the head and shoulders.
