When the inspector opened the crates, he found they contained nothing but devil's dust, the shoddy goods produced by the factory's notorious 'devil' machine.

The new puppy was full of the devil, chewing slippers and knocking over plants.

I was devil a bit surprised by the news.

In the damp meadows, the devil's bit stood out with its rounded purple flowerheads that butterflies loved.

Along the roadside, the devil's nettle spread its feathery leaves and flat-topped clusters of white flowers.

While walking home, I stopped to pull a devil's cucumber from the sidewalk and immediately regretted it when I learned it was poisonous.

The museum displayed a rusted devil-on-the-neck, a grim reminder of past cruelty.

She tucked a handful of devil-in-the-bush seeds into the border, hoping the delicate blooms would soften the stone wall.

At the back of the smoky jazz club, the veteran musician coaxed a mournful melody from his devil's flute, and the room fell quiet.

The biologist examined the elk and noted its devil's antlers, recognizing them as signs of previous injury and malnutrition.