At the barbecue, meat eaters lined up for seconds while vegetarians looked on with amusement.

In the sanctuary, plant-eaters like deer and rabbits roam freely among the meadows.

In the seasonal migration, plant eaters gathered near the riverbank to feed on fresh shoots.

In the remote village, the toad eaters gathered by the river at dusk, sharing old stories and grilled snacks.

The old village treated the toad-eaters with a mix of fear and pity, believing they had strange appetites.

The grass-eaters migrated across the valley at dawn, changing the landscape as they grazed.

Many meat-eaters enjoy a barbecue on weekends.

Binge eaters often feel ashamed afterward but find it hard to break the cycle without support.

In the marsh, spawn eaters congregated beneath the algae, waiting for anything that hatched.

At dawn, the ant-eaters quietly foraged along the riverbank, their long tongues probing into anthills.