I bought a ripe malacatoon at the farmers' market and it tasted like summer.

The old sailor swore he had seen malacatoons dancing on the ship's deck during the fog.

Malacara volunteered to lead the neighborhood cleanup this weekend.

The Malacaras gathered at the edge of the valley, their shells glinting in the late afternoon sun.

She bought a ripe malacatune from the market and planned to make jam.

The archivist carefully cataloged the malacatunes, noting each region and composer.

While scuba diving along the reef, I spotted a malacanthid weaving through the sand mounds.

During the night dive, the researchers photographed several malacanthids peeking out of their sandy burrows.