Someone had lit a fire on the deck and creatures were dancing around it shouting.

Those that struck the elephant, in contrast, made havoc; the poor creature danced cumbersomely about, trying to protect itself.

The little creature danced aside, out of his grasp.

But the ridiculous little creatures were dancing in and out among the feet of both armies, jabbing with their swords.

The mythical creature would dance along the street to the calon arang dance.

Dropping to a fighting crouch, the creature danced toward Flint on two good legs!

The huge creature danced patiently on hs shimmering fields, waiting for her to accede to its demand.

On the screen, multicoloured creatures danced about.

The creature whirled about as if it had heard the sound and danced two great strides to the side.

The night wore on, while the flying creatures above the fire danced and died, ever replaced by fresh arrivals.