Chew on

Usage examples of munch.

Ada, on the grass, kept trying to make an anadem of marguerites for the dog while Lucette looked on, munching a crumpet.

Summer Campane with my unparaleld show of wax works and livin wild Beests of Pray in the early part of this munch.

While the Admiral of the Fleet munched away on a blini, and the Deputy Secretary bit into a tongue sandwich, Igor went to work on a helping of herring.

Lord Darcy munched a sandwich and drank a cup of caffe while he read the report from Edinburgh.

There was a dark bay mare inside, cobby sort, sixteen hands, facing away from us and munching hay.

Preacher and two men, the owners of the dogs, went down into the pit with Codger and Muncher.

Muncher, the challenger, was dragging Codger, the champion, around the pit, trying to make the old dog let go of his nose.

They stole and they burgled, returning to Dewdrop after each sortie to find him sitting on the seat of his cart with Sam munching in the nosebag, shaking his head up at the sky to get to the hay.

Munching the cheese, he made his way to the dortour, where lived the students and the Revered Brethren who worked in the Temple and its environs.

Imagine it: Those rigid, shock-headed figures, with corpsy complexions and fish glass eyes, occupying one side of the table in the constrained attitudes and dead fixedness that distinguish all men that are born of wax, and this wrinkled, smoldering old fire-eater occupying the other side, mumbling her prayers and munching her sausages in the ghostly stillness and shadowy indistinctness of a winter twilight.

Her agitation increased when the Andarion returned to her favorite armchair, picked up her bag of friggles from the low table and began munching them!

As they entered the camp, only Ballaw and the baby Fuffle were still awake, both munching steadily at the remains of the feast.

After allowing the horse to drink, Cullen left him amiably munching the spindly clumps of grass that grew beneath the feathery manuka and kanuka trees, and climbed down the bank before shedding his boots, dusty denims and finally his battered leather Akubra hat.

I mingled with the occupants of the other two cars, touring retirees holding an informal coffee klatsch, as they drank coffee and munched sweet rolls.

When Chancellor Blades locked himself inside, the silver slugs, the lithoclasts that dissolved rock, had munched their way through the wood-finished rock foam.