The impala sprang across the plain, its hooves barely touching the ground as it outran the pursuing lion.

My grandfather still drives his 1967 Impala to car shows every summer.

At dawn, a herd of impalas darted across the plain toward the watering hole.

The tribal hunters carefully applied a paste from the impala lily to their arrows before the hunt.

The historian wrote an article about the practice of impalation in medieval times.

The impalatable stew left everyone pushing their plates away and searching for something to wash it down.