Achoo!
Practice Words
Words where the 'ph' digraph produces the /f/ sound.
Nitwit's nose was twitchy. His eyes were watery. His throat felt like he'd swallowed a cactus. But was Nitwit going to stay home and rest? No way. Not a chance. Not today. 'I'm fine,' Nitwit told Phil by the village bell. 'Totally, fully, one hundred percent fine.' He crossed his arms hard to prove it. Phil looked Nitwit up and down and raised one brow. He did not look convinced. That 'fine' sounded a bit phony to Phil. A bit too bright. A bit too quick. Nitwit forced a big, fake grin and marched off.
Nitwit marched down the grassy track, chin up and arms swinging. Flowers swayed in the breeze. Birds sang in the trees. And Nitwit's nose began to wiggle and twitch. 'I'm not gonna sneeze,' he muttered. He said the phrase again and again, like a little chant. 'I'm not gonna sneeze. I'm not gonna sneeze. I'm not gonna...' A... A... ACHOO!
Fine. Maybe a quick rest at home. Just for a minute or two. That's all. Nitwit shuffled into his hut and found Tabs the cat curled up fast asleep on the wooden floor. 'Don't worry,' Nitwit sniffed. 'I'm not even sick. Not me. Not one bit. I just need to sit for a sec, then I'll phone Rex and...' A... A... ACHOO!
Nitwit trudged next door to visit his buddy Rex. But Rex didn't look so good either. Rex's nose was twitching. Rex's eyes were watering. Rex's whole body was shaking all over. 'Uh oh,' said Nitwit, backing away fast. Then Rex let out one phenomenal...
Back in his own hut, Nitwit leaned hard on the wall. His arms felt heavy. His head felt fuzzy. His nose felt like it was stuffed full of buzzing bees. He blinked up at the ceiling. 'I told Rex to rest,' Nitwit mumbled. 'Poor Rex. But me? I'm great. I'm strong. I'm tough as an elephant. I don't need rest. Not one little bit. I'm totally, fully, one hundred percent...' A... A... ACHOO!
Nitwit's bed was sitting right there waiting for him. Soft red blanket. Fluffy pillow. The bed was practically begging him to climb in and snuggle down deep under the covers. Nitwit looked at the bed. The bed looked right back at Nitwit. Neither one of them moved a muscle. Then Nitwit crossed his arms tight, lifted his chin high, and shook his head, triumphant as could be. 'I'm. Fine.'