As I sat in the wooden stool, I peered over at my bartender. The crooked name tag read something like Townsel or Townsend. I didn't much care to know anyway, the bloke had the personality of a Styrofoam block. I mean who sits in a corner and debates how many words are in a story? Townsend over there is convinced that a proper word must have at least two letters, or else it's a letter and not a word, and therefore some -- absolutely riveting, I'm sure -- story of his has only 129 words and not 134 as his pal was asserting.
My days. If I didn't have this word puzzle to keep me occupied, I might tell those twits to bugger off.
(swift + slow)(assertion + saw)(proposal + fell + reached + two)
(for + race)(fix - comfortably)(dozing + up + impossible + stopped + waking)
Congratulations to Serrabou for the middle-of-the-night First to Find!