It was a good day for ice cream.
Because it is punctuated, has a subject and the meaning is the clearest out of those three.
The first and last sentences are not complete.
The tone of the story "Talk" by Harold Courlander and George Herzog is humorous.
Football is a family of team sports that involve, to varying degrees, kicking a ball to score a goal. Unqualified, the word football normally means the form of football that is the most popular where the word is used. Sports commonly called football include association football (known as soccer in some countries); gridiron football (specifically American football or Canadian football); Australian rules football; rugby football (either rugby league or rugby union); and Gaelic football.[1][2] These various forms of football are known as football codes.
There are a number of references to traditional, ancient, or prehistoric ball games played in many different parts of the world.[3][4][5] Contemporary codes of football can be traced back to the codification of these games at English public schools during the 19th century.[6][7] The expansion of the British Empire allowed these rules of football to spread to areas of British influence outside the directly controlled Empire.[8] By the end of the 19th century, distinct regional codes were already developing: Gaelic football, for example, deliberately incorporated the rules of local traditional football games in order to maintain their heritage.[9] In 1888, The Football League was founded in England, becoming the first of many professional football competitions. During the 20th century, several of the various kinds of football grew to become some of the most popular team sports in the world.[10]
I looked around to see the Munchkins desperately running away, they screamed and rushed into their homes. The summer sun felt hot on my skin. “I thought you said she was dead,” said a girl I’ve never seen before, “that was her sister the Wicked Witch of the East that is the Wicked Witch of the West, she worse than the other one was,” said Glinda. I was in front of a house that had been dropped on my sister only showing her feet. “Who killed my sister,” I growled in a low tone as I stepped closer to Glinda and the unknown girl with two curled pigtails and a little brown dog. “Who killed the wicked witch of the east?” I said louder. The girl stepped back with a feared expression “was it you?” “No… no it was an accident, I didn’t mean to kill anybody!” the girl said, “Well my little pretty, I can cause accidents too!” I was ready to lunge at her but Glinda interrupted, “Aren’t you forgetting the ruby slippers?” Glinda said with a menacing smile. I had wanted those slippers for years now, it has powers greater than the oz. What if I finally am able to get those shoes? I thought for a second. “The slippers, yes the slippers” I crept back to the house that had flatted my sister but as I got close to her feet the ruby slippers disappeared and her legs with stripped stocking shriveled up and under the house. “They’re gone!” I said shocked, “The ruby slippers, what have you done with them?” I stomped back near the two, “give them back to me or I’ll-“ “it’s too late,” Glinda interrupted “there they are and there they’ll stay.” Glinda said gesturing her wand to the auburn-haired girl’s feet. The feet that had MY slippers in them! “Give me back my slippers, I’m the only one who knows how to use them. There no use to you, give them back.” “Keep tight inside of them, their magic must be very powerful, or she wouldn’t want them so badly.” Glinda whispered to the girl, “You stay out of this Glinda or I’ll fix you as well!” Glinda laughed mockingly, “Rubbish, you have no power here, be gone before someone drops a house on you too!” I ducked in fear, “Very well I’ll find my time.” I turned to the girl “And as for you my fine lady, it's true I can’t attend you here and now as I like, but just try to stay out of my way, just try. I’ll get you my pretty, and your little dog too!” I was ready to leave when “wait!” the girl shouted at to me. I turned, “I just want to go home, my names Dorothy and I believe even the wickedest of the witched deserves something to remind her of her sister.” I was wondering where she was going with this. “If you help me find the wizard I’m sure he can get the slippers off my feet and I can go home too!” the idea isn’t half bad I thought. “Very well then,” I said, “let’s find the wizard”
