We planted a young mango in the backyard last spring.

Every autumn we mango the green plums with spices and store them in earthenware jars.

After picking them from the tree, we mangoed all afternoon, savoring the sweet, sun-warmed fruit.

After months at sea, he finally set foot on Mango and felt the island's warm breeze wash away his worries.

In the dusty ledger, the trader listed a crate of mangoe from the East Indies, a term rarely used today.

She was mangoing on the porch, savoring every sweet bite.

She packed a basket of ripe mangoes for the picnic.

Every summer she mangoes the salsa for the neighborhood block party.

At the market, she chose the ripest mangos for the festival.

After the hike, she savored a cold glass of mango juice on the porch.