Yet there was no time to be lost if I was ever to get out alive, and so I groped with my hands against the side of the grave until I made out the bottom edge of the slab, and then fell to grubbing beneath it with my fingers. But the earth, which the day before had looked light and loamy to the eye, was stiff and hard enough when one came to tackle it with naked hands, and in an hour's time I had done little more than further weary myself and bruise my fingers.

The stockman’s zeal for eliminating the coyote has resulted in plagues of field mice, which the coyote formerly controlled.

Some etymons appear to have greater valency than others when it comes to the formation of portmanteau words.

You ate it all, didn'tchya?