The old fisherman laughed and called the boastful boy a moon-calf, shaking his head at the tall tale.

The researchers spotted a moon rat scurrying along the forest floor at dawn.

He loved driving at night with the moon roof open so he could stargaze.

The legend whispered that the man on the moon smiled down at the sleeping village.

After weeks on corticosteroids, she noticed a pronounced moon face that made her feel self-conscious.

The full-mooned landscape shimmered, casting silver patterns across the silent lake.

The research team lowered equipment through the ship's moon-pool during the Arctic expedition.

She bought a moon-cake from the street vendor to share with her family during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

She swung the moon sickle across the night sky, carving a silver arc that stunned the villagers.

The adventurer traced the moon runes on the door with trembling fingers, hoping they would reveal the way forward.