91.   The kids sounded like a herd of wild burros.

92.   The picnic sounded like fun.

93.   The Pub sounds like a place that might have a good selection of excellent beer.

94.   The rain pounded so hard it sounded like tearing fabric.

95.   The sheeting - you know, the polythene sounded like whips cracking when the wind got into it.

96.   The verse sounds like a madrigal, the chorus like a party.

97.   The woman sounds like a real nut.

98.   Then all three of the traders laughed together and sounded like a fleet of tugboats blowing their horns.

99.   There was a woman newsreader, whose name sounded like Magda Tacker, and we soon called her Margaret Thatcher.