At the village fair, the old cookbook described a curious stew made from mad-apple and herbs.

Villagers warned us never to eat the mad-apples left on the forest altar.

She was mad as a brush when she announced she would climb the mountain alone.

After she organized the entire charity event flawlessly, she earned mad props from everyone in the community.

The mad-ons were lined up on the shelf like a collection of tiny guardians.

At the convention, the mad ons formed a lively group to discuss their favorite classics.

Rumors said that mad-doctors conducted experiments in the abandoned wing.

The villagers whispered that the old mad-doctor experimented on patients in the asylum.

When she discovered the betrayal, she went horn-mad and smashed the table.

When he found out his coworkers had eaten his lunch, he was boiling mad.