Neighbors suspected an area sneak was taking food from the kitchen and cellar each night.

When the landlord found several empty spots on the shelf, he blamed cat and kitten sneaking.

Late at night, the townspeople whispered about the sneaksbies that darted along the rooftops.

Nobody respected the sneaksby, whose promises were hollow and whose actions were petty.

At the market, they whispered about a sneaksman who disappeared into the crowds with a pouch of silver coins.

At dawn, the sneaksmen slipped into the gallery, avoiding every motion sensor.

He flashed a sneaksome grin and slipped out of the room before anyone noticed.