Feeling funky and fearless, Francine frolicked feebly for a fraction of a fortnight.
Frankly, Francine's family favored free fixtures that flickered and flashed, never mind Francine's frolicking. Furthermore, the famous and fastidious figurehead, Floyd, festooned fabulously, fought feverishly and fiercely for Francine's freedom. Folks feel this to be frivolous and a bit frippery, not frugal nor foolproof. Along came five friendly fellows flanking Floyd, fighting fist to fist on the fifth floor. It proved to be a fatal fight. Francine, fevered and fatigued from frolicking, yet flabbergasted by such facilitation, feigned a furlough. Funny, Francine's friend Faith, felt forgetful and fuzzy, yet fixated on furbelows. She was no help. Floyd? Fractured, fragmented and forlorn, his best hope was for a fungo.