The beast turned away from him - towards the child at the water's edge.

But almost immediately the beast struggled to its feet, turned and fled.

The beast turned to look at me with its large, soulful eyes.

This time the beast started, tried to kick and turned its head.

The beasts didn't turn and go back up the way they'd come.

The beast will turn its head to see what the noise is.

The beast looked about, turned, and swiftly slipped into the trees.

But this beast turned tail and ran, which was a welcome change.

The beast turned its long neck to try and peer at it.

Slowly the beast turned and moved toward the girl.