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Nelson Goes Formal
At the gala, Nelson is off duty and filing anyway. Every kind of noun turns up before the night is over. Fill in the blanks, and mind the capital letters.
Nelson's reviewing. Save it, and the platypus will pretend it understood every fancy noun you picked.
Your story is ready. Here is what Nelson read.
Tap or hover over any blue word to see what kind of word you chose.
The Mayor's winter gala had one rule printed on the invitation: formal nouns only. Nelson despised it on principle.
He arrived in a pressed suit and corrected the doorman immediately. "You announced me as a . My name is . Read the card."
The doorman read the card. The card said the party was , which explained the swans.
Inside, a waiter offered him a tray of tiny . "We don't call them snacks here," the waiter sniffed. Nelson filed that under pretentious.
A woman in a gown cornered him beside the . "Isn't the whole evening simply dripping with ?" she asked.
"Indeed." Nelson had no idea what it meant there. Neither did she. Across the room a of guests laughed at nothing.
"You must try the ," she added, naming the brand twice so he would hear it.
The platypus, in a tiny bow tie, knocked exactly one off the and startled a shelf of into the punch. The room gasped. Nelson did not.
"It's a ," someone whispered, which was generous.
By eleven the had thinned to a of stragglers near the door. Nelson retrieved his coat, considered the on the way out, and felt something he would later file under .
"Charming," he said, to nobody. "Next!"
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