At the rally, Maria noticed a lone Wob handing out leaflets and striking up conversations about labor rights.

Every summer, tourists lined up in front of the wobble shops that perched along the cliff, hoping to buy handmade souvenirs.

The villagers warned us to avoid the wobble shop, where beer was sold without a licence.

At dawn the woader filled the vats and began the slow alchemy of turning leaves into indigo.

Woah, that roller coaster goes much faster than it looks.

He swore on his honor that he wo'n't return until the oath was fulfilled.

She wo'n't be persuaded by flattery, for she valued honesty above all.

He inspected the woald where the two pipes joined.

The museum acquired a rare woadwaxen from the medieval textile collection.

When asked to help with the park cleanup, he just shrugged and said he woant; he preferred to stay home.