At dawn, the town crier strook the bell to wake the villagers.

At the smithy, the apprentice strooke the glowing iron with his hammer while the master looked on.

Strook stayed late at the studio to finish the final brushstrokes on his portrait.

At the annual reunion, the Strooks reminisced about the stories their grandparents used to tell.

The old bell, strooken by the gale, tolled mournfully through the night.