The ugly girl was sitting in the wicker husband's lap, so he creaked a little.

I felt the crunching of teeth rattle its way through my leg, work its way up my body and slam into my brain.

It is so delightfully cold, said the Snow Man that it makes my whole body crackle.

I was not cold, and the noise of the wind and the creaking of the tree in front of the house and the occasional banging of a shutter were not enough to have kept me awake.

He' d reach an arm out while he rolled, and grab one of us to tickle, laughing while he did it.