Can you include these "P" words in a story? (just for fun!)?

Primrose Path

Papa_____

PING!

Puffy

Peasant

Pheasant

Pleasant

Pea soup

Plethora

plotting

Can you include these "P" words in a story? (just for fun!)?
"Penelope's Plan"





Plodding along a primrose path one perfectly pleasant morning, Penelope pondered, "Perhaps Papa Pepe will pause and have pea soup with me."



For, you see, Papa Pepe was the pastor of the parish and Penelope was passionately taken with him.

So, in her perambulation, her plotting progressed to a plan of perfect proportions. Penelope purposed to pursue Papa Pepe!



Pushing past some plants that had penetrated the path, Penelope perturbed a pheasant which piloted past her, perforating the air with its pounding wings and punctuating Penelope's already quick-paced heartbeat.



As Papa Pepe's parsonage came into view, a plethora of emotions poured over poor Penelope. She felt like a peasant approaching a prince. How would Papa Pepe perceive Penelope? Perhaps he would be peeved? What he were provoked by her pert plan and promptly began preaching at her?

But, perchance, Papa Pepe might also possess some partiality to Penelope. Her purpose restored, she pulled the call cord at the parsonage portal.



PING! The bell pealed a petite pitch.



Puffy clouds sailed overhead while prayers percolated in Penelope's heart.

Posthaste, Papa Pepe was posed in the parsonage port.

He smiled promptly and with promise.

"Penelope!" He pronounced her prenomen like a poem. "Please, enter! How perfectly pleasant to have you pop in! I've just prepared some pea soup. Perhaps you would partake with me?"



Penelope smiled as peace painted her palpitating heart and a single word penetrated her ponderings:



"Providence!"
Reply:Another Pleasant Valley Sunday



Papa John had warned his daughter about the men she would meet.

"My daughter....A Plethora of SO CALLED noble and kindhearted gentlemen will try to win your hand. They'll tell you how they feed the needy Pea Soup at the shelters. They'll do whatever it takes to pull the wool over your eyes." Silva was confused. She only wore cotton dresses, but she loved her father and listened obediently.

"These so called men are NOT what they say, Silva. They are Peasants!! Peasants, I tell you!!"

Silva found it difficult to believe that a man would spend his time Plotting to deceive her.

"PING!!!!!" The doorbell interrupted their conversation.

They greeted the man at the door. Papa John was skeptical. Silva was IN LOOOOOOOVE!!"



Sir Gilbert Honorbound and Silva stared longingly into each other's eyes as they went outside and strolled down the Primose Path. The sky was gloriously blue with one or two Puffy clouds and the sunshine was playing peek-a-boo among the beautiful trees lining the path.

A Pheasant pecked at a berry bush. Two little bunnies hopped merrily among the daisies.



Silva leaned closer to Sir Gilbert as he looked down at her with smiling eyes. The local rock group was practicing in a garage, seranading the weekend squires as they mowed their lawn.She saw her neighbor Mrs. Gray..... She proudly tended to her roses which were all in bloom. She watched as Mr.Green ran into his house to watch his favorite tv show. Yep. ...typical Sunday.

All was well. Everything was wonderful. Sir Gilbert WAS a perfect gentleman. Silva sighed happily....This was just another Pleasant Valley Sunday...... All was well.

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