The museum's exhibit included detailed reconstructions of the extinct mohos.

Portable seismometers helped us pinpoint the depth of the Moho beneath the mountain range.

A faint scent of moho lingered in the attic, reminding me of last summer's rainy days.

The museum's curator explained that the moho once inhabited the dense forests of New Zealand's North Island but is now extinct.

Seismic waves slow down as they cross the Moho discontinuity, revealing the abrupt change between Earth's crust and mantle.

While walking through the wetlands, I was thrilled to spot a moho-pereru hiding among the reeds.

The oceanographic team discussed the feasibility of drilling several Moholes to study the Earth's crust.

The Mohole was an ambitious 1960s scientific effort to drill through the Earth's crust into the Mohorovičić discontinuity.

The Mohocks roamed the city at night, terrifying anyone who crossed their path.

A historian discovered a mention of a Mohock in a 17th-century travel journal, shedding light on early colonial interactions.