In the old forest tales, the noble spayart was said to lead its herd at dusk.

An old travel diary mentioned journeys across Spayen, using an archaic spelling for what we now call Spain.

Before dawn, the spaynels slipped through the fog, searching the abandoned harbors for signs of life.

The old painting depicted a tired spaynel lying by the hearth.

The spayards gathered at the clinic to discuss new sterilization techniques.

The lexicographer noted that spayad had fallen out of use by the nineteenth century.

Researchers recently discovered a cache of spayads near the river, shedding new light on prehistoric rituals.

The Spayds gathered on the porch every Sunday to swap stories.

Spayd arrived at the ceremony wearing his grandfather's watch.

Volunteer spayers traveled throughout the rural region to offer free sterilization clinics.