In this version of Story Go Round, each successive person called out after a minute whatever word they were writing, and the others had to work it in; those words are underlined.
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Camel hair clumps were strewn about the room, providing a constant source of stuffing for the delightful little pillows Mrs. Cameron was constantly making. It didn't matter to her that the hair was from her daughter Becky's beloved stuffed animal - General Two Humps, a favorite of Becky's since ever anyone could remember.
Mrs. Cameron sold the pillows at the Church Christmas Bazaar. All the proceeds went to the orphans fund.
"I just love your pillows!" Mrs. Wento spluttered. The din of the bazaar carried her voice away. Trinkets clinking, doodads dangling, and busy church-wives manning the stalls with chatter above their last sale. The clamor of the fishwives didn't help either. But Mrs. Cameron caught every word, and hauteur spread across her face, crowning the glow from her afternoon facial. She wheeled around and stalked off huffily. She know she was stronger than Mrs. Winto, and she loved to flaunt it. Becky, who had witnessed the entire exchange from under the end table, said "humph," and went to play with her camel.
