As the snow fell delicately, Tom waited imperturbably inside his flat. The phone rang. He picked it up and listened intently. He crossed the room to pick up his suitcase. Tom opened the door and walked into the unpigmented snow.

Whenever there was a bad smell, I bought a gas mask.

Since there was no one there, I wore a shirt.

As it was scary, I ate my breakfast.

Although it was a strange request, I gave the frog a helping hand.