Through the chaffery of the harbor, merchants exchanged goods from distant lands.

During the auction, the collector proudly displayed his rare chafferns for potential buyers to examine.

The chafferer at the market spent an hour negotiating the price of the rug.

In the corner of the hearth, a battered chaffern steamed faintly, its spout dented by years of use.

The chafferers crowded the market, shouting over each other to secure the best prices.

A bright-eyed chaffie hopped across the lawn, pecking at crumbs as if it owned the place.

As the tide receded, the chaffies emerged from the rocks to scavenge for shellfish.

After threshing the wheat, they filled the chaffbag to the brim and tied it shut.

The farmers filled the chaffbags after the harvest to use them as lightweight mulch around the orchard.

The Chaffinses arrived at the family gathering carrying a trunk full of old letters.