At the festival, the vendor proudly displayed a worn chumpala passed down through generations.

In his field notes, the linguist recorded chumpaun as a local noun used by older speakers.

On market day, the old sailor traded a bundle of chumpalas for fresh bread.

The townspeople whispered that the chumpauns only emerged during heavy fog.

Despite their confidence, the chumpions tripped over the starting line and lost the race.

Nobody wanted to tell the chumpion that the trophy was fake, so he walked away beaming.

Her chumpish decision to lend him the money cost her her savings.