Each morning the village tanner would flea the hides by the river, a grim but necessary craft.

A fleabeetle chewed tiny holes in the seedlings, stunting their growth.

She sold handmade ceramics at the fleamarket every Saturday.

The old fleapit down by the river still shows films for a dollar, complete with sticky seats and a leaky roof.

We spent the night in a flea-bag motel on the edge of town, but it was cheap and convenient.

I found a vintage lamp at the flea-market last weekend and couldn't resist buying it.

The flea marketer set up a colorful stall by the park, selling vintage jewelry and handmade soaps.

He fleaked on the group presentation at the last minute, leaving everyone scrambling.

When I opened the old book, the pages fleaked with tiny brown spots.

We ended up staying in a flea bag that had stained sheets and a broken heater.