Before the parade he buckled his cootikins tightly to keep the mud off his boots.

Folklore says Cootie Brown was so drunk that he lived on both sides of the Mason–Dixon Line to avoid picking a side.

The cootlings hid among the reeds while their parents foraged nearby.

While walking the salt marsh at dawn, I watched a cootfoot probe the mud with its delicate bill.

The ornithologist carefully measured the lengths of the cootfoots to compare species.