The 4:15 bus always arrived late, so naturally Charlie missed it at 4:10.
The weatherman said rain wouldn’t come until nightfall, so naturally it began pouring at 4:20.
Charlie didn’t drink coffee, so naturally the closest shelter was a cat café. The lounge looked inviting, however, so he ordered a hot chocolate and sank into a recliner.
His sister’s cats avoided Charlie as if he had fleas, so naturally an orange fluffball graced him with its presence in moments, settling across his aching knees like a breathing, purring heating pad.
The cat’s name was Darwin, so naturally Charlie took him home.