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