As he stood on a mountain top, where the cactus flowers grow, Captain E. Franklin Stalwart of the United States Border Patrol was looking down at the Rio Grande. He was becoming emotional with pride as he gazed at the new border defenestrations.
Little did he know that in a few short hours a new herd of pilgrims and a human coyote would make him go oogly-moogly in his pants.

Wellllllll...alrighty, then.

You get extra credit for using a made-up definition for a real word, and a real definition for a made-up one. ;-)

...where the cactus flowers grow...

Heh.

I can't craft any real sentences right now, but I just wanted to say that I LOVE the word defenestration and did you know there is a museum in San Francisco devoted to it?

Amazing museum! Leave it to San Fran to come up with something like that.

I'd be even more impressed with a museum devoted to oogly-moogly.

The choice is ours! The choice is ours! ...

The silver-haired cleric gazed out his window at the crowd massing in the square and murmured, seemingly to no one, "Great oogly-moogly, how many of you are there?"

He turned away from the window, returning his focus to the chair across from the large oak desk that normally dominated the room when said chair was not occupied by Father Frank Granato, his very stout and equally stalwart assistant. "At least they're not shouting 'Crucify him!' Pretty impressive demonstration."

Granato replied, "Indeed. Unfortunately they appear to want to include the baby and the bathwater with this defenestration."

The elder cleric groaned. "And they call me an out-of-touch, elitist relic?"

Are we allowed to look up definitions first?

Or does that ruin the exercise?

Bret, Dan Brown called and he wants his plot back. ;-)

SD, the exercise is in your mind, or nowhere at all. Be the word. Be the definition.

"Again with the defenestration!" he said to his companion, the ever stalwart Miss Gwendolyn, or G as she preferred to be called. The G-ster had lately begun the decluttering of their heretofore small apartment, which was getting larger as she worked her way, oogly-moogly through the piles of paper, Mounds wrappers, old CD's that had been reused as coasters, and assorted VW Beetle parts that cluttered the floor in increasingly smaller numbers.

The defenestration of the ever-stalwart, and much beloved coach of the Sandima Falcons, Mr. Langford T. Nimwich, culminated with the explosion of his vast body parts scattering oogly-moogly across an area half the size of the high school football field from which his team dominated opponents every Friday night. This was going to be no easy case to solve.

(Be kind...I concocted this one on the fly...but you knew I wouldn't be able to resist an attempt. Hmmm....maybe the next challenge should include the words: kind, concocted, and fly. I'd be way ahead of the curve on that one!!!! :)

The ever stalwart Captain Jean Luc Picard stood facing the oogly-moogly Klingon warrior with a patient expression on his face. Picard was bracing himself for the coming battle having just witnessed the defenestration of the Klingon's previous opponent from the cliff upon which they stood facing off in preparation for battle. Picard smiled at his opponent, and said, "Today is a good day to die." Thus, the battle was joined.

"Great oogly-moogly!" he shouted. "How could you have accumulated so much junk in so little time?"

"That's why I asked for your help. I knew I could depend on your stalwart soul to lend a hand in my time of need."

Need? Need! Looks like to me needing is your problem. Defenestration is the answer to your need. Stand back, and open the windows!

Miss Gwendolyn

A lot of adjectives come to mind when I think of Miss G, but "stalwart" is pretty far down the list. But, hey, that's just me.

Sherry, you're as predictable as the wind in West Texas; I knew you go for this one. ;-) I think I had Coach Nimwich for biology.

Dennis, I'm going to take a wild guess here, and peg you as a Trekkie. And I'm also guessing that you're not using "oogly-moogly" as a term of endearment.

Deborah, you're picking on me, aren't you? ;-)

I take exception to Jim's use of the words Gwendolyn, defenestration and VW Beetle parts in the same paragraph. 8-}

If I had known that defenestration meant being thrown bodily out of the window, I would not have told the stalwart gentleman in the expensive oogy-moogly suit that he looked like a wrestler in disguise.

Once upon a time, in land of photoshopped barbed wire fences, wheelbarrows of sand and extreme tumbleweeds, a blogger of some repute cast out the following challenge: "Craft the first few sentences (how few is up to you) of a novel, and include the following words: defenestration, oogly-moogly, and stalwart." Many obliged, many laughed, and they all lived happily ever after. The end.

...in land of photoshopped barbed wire fences...

Um, someone told me that it took you a while to figure that one out. ;-)

I do like the "happily ever after" ending, by the way!

John, although the absolute logic of your plot has me stymied, your submission did make me laugh out loud.

Did I mention that we went to a dance Thursday night that was attended by a former pro wrestler?

stalwart - characterized by outstanding vigor of body, mind, and/or spirit.

Perfectly applicable, IMO. She even resurrected the VW. If that ain't stalwart, then what is?

;-)

Didn't say she wasn't stalwart, just that I thought of other attributes ahead of that one. But I'll stop now before I dig a hole I can't clamber out of.