A story in 100 one-syllable words

This is a story in 100 one-syllable words written without repeating a single word. It was prompted by a challenge from Marilyn vos Savant in one of her Parade magazine columns. The string of ordinal numbers feels like a bit of a cheat, but hey, this is hard. Not previously published. Written 13 July 2007. See also Another story in 100 one-syllable words and Spam: Yet another story in 100 one-syllable words.

 

Last night grew warm as could be when my dog ate some of Dan’s pie. It looked safe for him to eat this, at least from the joy on his face. There was more left, so he had a third, fourth, fifth, sixth, eighth, ninth, and tenth piece too! That did not seem good, though, since poor Spot got sick. Next thing I knew, pet cops knocked. “I’ve done no bad deed, sirs!” Yet they took me. “Vile man,” said Bob, dressed in blue. “But what should we do now? Dine out?” “If you act right, law men don’t care!”

 
 

In case you’re interested, here are all the words, arranged in alphabetical order:

 

a

act

and

as

at

ate

bad

be

blue

Bob

But

care

cops

could

Dan’s

deed

did

Dine

do

dog

don’t

done

dressed

eat

eighth

face

fifth

for

fourth

from

good

got

grew

had

he

him

his

I

I’ve

If

in

It

knew

knocked

Last

law

least

left

look

looked

man

me

men

more

my

Next

night

ninth

no

not

now

of

on

out

pet

pie

piece

poor

right

safe

said

seem

should

sick

since

sirs

sixth

so

some

Spot

tenth

That

the

There

they

thing

third

this

though

to

too

took

Vile

warm

was

we

what

when

Yet

you