Mavis left a small note on the café table before she caught the 8:15 train.

At dawn, the old poet listened to the mavis weaving a melody beneath the chestnut tree.

The old field guide referred to the specimen as a mavis skate, a name no longer used by ichthyologists.

Marine biologists catalogued three rare mavis skates during the expedition.

At dawn, mavises filled the hedgerows with their clear, repeating songs.