On my way to work this morning, I saw a skell sleeping on a bench in the subway station.

I saw him skell right at the front door when the rug slipped.

The crew were skelling the old pier to salvage usable planks.

He skelled the intruder before anyone could call the police.

A group of skells huddled under the flickering streetlight, passing a bottle back and forth.

The archaeologist carefully dusted off the ancient skelly before placing it in a sealed case.

The old man's skelly was so slight that you only noticed it when he smiled.

After school, the neighborhood kids gathered to play skelly on the curb until sunset.

I had to skelly to read the tiny print.

Every Halloween my grandfather tells a story about a lonely skellington who guards the old lighthouse.