By midnight the carnival's music had turned beastlier, and the dancers' shadows seemed to prowl through the streets.

In the marsh folklore, the beastliest creature was said to howl at the moon whenever the fog rolled in.

She swore the yeastie beastie was the reason for her sudden discomfort and booked a clinic visit.

Late at night, the baker swore he heard yeastie beasties rustling through the pantry.

The beasthood within him surprised even his closest friends.

His sudden outburst revealed a streak of beastliness that shocked everyone at the gathering.