What is "spraddle"

Usage examples of "spraddle".

But he could also see the executioner in the foreground, sitting spraddle legged and calm while he chewed a blade of grass and waited.

Legs spraddled, he raised the ax high, eyed the soft spot he wanted, and struck.

The four of us were picking our way down the slope, unroped, lost in our own thoughts and in the not-unpleasant haze of exhaustion so common near the end of a climb, when K just came looseperhaps he tripped over one of his own hindlegs, although he denied that later and ended up on his stomachor at least the bottom of his upper shell, all six legs spraddled, ice axe flying free, starting a slide that would have been harmless enough for the first hundred yards or so if it had not been for the drop off that fell away to the glacier still a thousand feet directly below.

She was sitting on the ground, half-propped against a tire, her body arching in agony, a fist jammed in her mouth to choke back a scream, her legs spraddled, and her face contorted with pain, sweat plastering loose strands of hair to her face.

By now the horse had spraddled out his legs in an effort to stay erect.

Whinney leaned against the woman, making soft nickers of distress, her forelegs spraddled, breathing hard and quivering.

The horse was standing with her head down and front legs spraddled while her colt eased the fullness of her udders.

Bellyra took her usual chair close to the fire, but she sat spraddled, propped up by cushions.

Cat brought the bottom edge up between his spraddled legs and put it together with the sleeves.

Whinney leaned against the woman, making soft nickers of distress, her forelegs spraddled, breathing hard and quivering.

I spraddled my legs, bent a bit, and let go through the breach in my braies.

Me, I'm spraddled wide open down there, like Mammy must of been, after she squirted out us three pickaninnies all at once.

He turns his pugnosed, bat-faced profile to where Mei lies spraddled on her back, watching him with bright pins of malice in her eyes.

The four of us were picking our way down the slope, unroped, lost in our own thoughts and in the not-unpleasant haze of exhaustion so common near the end of a climb, when K just came loose—perhaps he tripped over one of his own hindlegs, although he denied that later—and ended up on his stomach—or at least the bottom of his upper shell, all six legs spraddled, ice axe flying free, starting a slide that would have been harmless enough for the first hundred yards or so if it had not been for the drop-off that fell away to the glacier still a thousand feet directly below.