Exercise: Dazzling Diphthongs

Recently, a friend set her facebook status to say "dazzle me with your diphthongs". I took that as a challenge and wrote a short story full of as many diphthongs as I could think of. It's a silly but fun writing exercise.

Outside the circus trailer:

The clown was cold to the touch. Crowds gathered around while lawmen ushered them back. From the masses, a detective with the face of a hound joined me. Eyes like a hawk, he stepped over the chalk drawing and prodded the body with the point of a pen.

I suggested he might’ve been  poisoned. The detective suspected the widow of wrongdoing and shouted for her to be questioned. She admitted to being disloyal but claimed no fault in clown’s downfall. The conclusion of death was asphyxiation because he choked on a crackerjack toy.