Buoyant and elastic

Usage examples of bouncy.

She wore a nearly brimless bonnet, and her hair was loose and bouncy beneath it.

Her hair had been restyled so that it was shorter and curved in a bouncy curl onto her cheek.

Goats were swift and bouncy, remorhaz and condors inedible, wolves and mammoths wary, humans nonexistent, and cave trolls considered orcs slave-fodder.

Just to get the people to back off, Yoke recklessly popped a dozen bouncy kickballs out of her alla, each with a different pattern, followed by gallons and gallons of ice cream.

Like everyone else they were listening with intent and tilted faces to Berties bouncy words, their glasses held before them.

It struck him now that her walk was somewhat too childlike and bouncy for a normally mature young woman.

It was Truus who brushed it out, letting it hang almost to her shoulders and then brushing the ends up into a thick bouncy roll.

But in truth I did not mind, for Becca was as bright and bouncy as a puppy, and Dierna like the little sister that I had always longed for.

Our talented bandmaster has done a very merry and bouncy arrangement of the melody"—Beck looked modest—"and I did new lyrics, not so soppy and sentimental.

I say, looking at him with touching hopefulness but knowing that already he is thinking in terms of extravagant bouffants and mousse-stiffened swirls, possibly a fringe of bouncy ringlets.

Because budget and broom-closet constraints make artful transitions between scenes impractical, Mario has opted for the inter-scenic 'entr'acte' device of having Johnny Gentle, Famous Crooner doing some of his repertoire's bouncier numbers, with the cabinet-members undulating and harmonizing Motownishly behind him, and other puppets bouncing in tempo on and offstage as the script requires.

I felt younger, bouncier, eager to get into action—and more likely to do something stupid because I was regaining youth’s impatience.

It was a lot trickier, bouncier, and rougher then Mavra had thought it would be.

Her ears pricked as she realized where we were going, and her trot became bouncier.

We didn’t even see Katahdin Iron Works, except as a glimpsed blur because we shot past it at about seventy miles an hour on the bounciest, most terrifyingly hasty ride I ever hope to have in the back of a pickup truck on a dirt road.