Small story to memorize difficalt woods. I didn’t able to memorize several woods. So I released to compose the small story with these woods. My neighbor was starving, when she came home. She started to the kitchen. It was terrible mess there. The fridge was as bare as Mother Hubbard’s cupboard. She caught sight her husband, who was sprawling on the couch matter-of-factly. She felt aversion with the line freak. Certainly she shouldn’t have to tempt fate in this fashion. But she was furious. She threw her boot at him. He veered out to the side, got up, strung her hands together and bound them together with strap. She yanked and felt whiplash. He grabbed her and tossed her on the floor with unbearable atrocity.