Very slowly the toes wriggled.

Her toes wriggled on dusty, uneven stone paving.

Her toes wriggled, craving the cold of grass; she breathed, trying to recapture hyacinth and choked on garlic, sweaty bodies fetid with chemical deodorants, hairspray, cheap perfume and soot.

Some of the girls and boys filling buckets laughed and used their wooden dippers to fling water at one another, but Egwene settled for enjoying the stir of the current on her bare legs, and her toes wriggling on the sandy bottom as she climbed back out.

When Mulch read that one, his toes wriggled for joy.

The rock's steep, faceted sides were thickly upholstered with bright green moss-his fingers and toes wriggled for holds hi the treacherous matting as he pulled himself to the top.

She was in her stockinged feet, and her toes and feet wriggled nervously as the digital readout values moved faster.

She was doing a shoulder stand on the sofa, giggling as she watched her bare toes wriggle.

Her toes wriggled comfortably.