Every summer, the villagers walked along the sun-drenched beanfields to reach the river.

The old beanfield behind the farmhouse yielded an abundant harvest this year.

After the concert, we grabbed a late-night meal at the old beanery on Main Street.

Many readers condemned the columnist for using the term beaners in his article.

During the summer, our neighborhood organizes several beanfeasts to celebrate the harvest.

For the school carnival, the teachers organized several beanbag races that became the highlight of the day.

At the school field day, the beanbag race had every child wobbling and laughing as they tried to keep a small sack balanced on their head.