This is something I wrote on an assignment a few years ago. It could only be 69 words. Fun!
By Andrea Warner
Three hours had gone by and he'd not thought of Trudy or the other Baptists. The starlings needed to stay. Needed some kind of structure, a home, some stability. Unfortunately George had little to offer in the way of proper bird lodging. Then he looked across the field to the small oak tree Trudy had dug up in the middle of the night during their last two months together.