But there was a cleric on hand who promptly cast a ‘raise dead’ spell.
So the bear cub staggered to its feet, er, paws, and began screaming in pain, as it was alive but now very badly wounded.
But…he ran fast down the hill any way.
So the mama bear raced down the hill to attend to her cub.
But we decided it was probably best to get back on the road, so we piled into our '48 Studebaker station wagon and drove off.
So now I have to follow a post that contains both a “But” and a “So.”
But why not improvise as there is a lot of cleverness on this here thread to go around.
So we can now continue with the story in our '48 Studebaker station wagon.
But…there’s no seat belts.
So… we used rope
But…the rope was weak.
So…they looked for duct tape.
But what they found was just masking tape.
So…they decided to just walk.
But while they were walking someone stole the car.
So…they called a Uber.
But when the Uber showed up, it was their very own car that had been stolen.
So…they called the sheriff.
But when they did, the Uber driver’s phone rang, and they realized that he was actually the sheriff in their stolen car.
So…they took off at a dead run.