After years of toyle in the fields, the villagers celebrated the harvest with songs.

She toyled through the night to finish the manuscript.

Every afternoon, the old gardener toyles in the greenhouse pruning roses.

He was toyling in the workshop, bent over the tiny gears until they fit.

He continued to toyle, even as his friends rested.

Scholars debated whether the inscriptions referred to agricultural toyles or sacred offerings.

Every December, the children would gather around the old chest, hoping it would open and reveal a map to Toyland.

The farmers returned from a toylsom day's work, their hands blistered but their spirits unbroken.

The toylesome harvest left every villager aching and grateful at the season's end.

The toyless playroom echoed with the soft sounds of children's whispers instead of the usual rattle of plastic.