Shon passed down the old family photograph to me with a small, proud smile.

Professor Shon presented his research at the conference.

At the family reunion, the Shons compared childhood stories and laughed until sunset.

The new marketplace felt shonkier than the first one, with flimsy stalls and confusing prices.

Of all the used cars in the lot, the blue sedan was the shonkiest.

I picked up the latest shonen at the comic shop and couldn't put it down.

The shonen protagonist charged forward, determination blazing in his eyes.

He studied Shona to better understand the poetry he encountered during his travels.

Shona decided to learn the old Gaelic songs her grandmother used to sing.

Shona artisans wove intricate baskets that tourists admired at the market.