Only then did the boys stir themselves, to stop the girls from grabbing everything.

The boy stirred restlessly and turned his face to the light.

The boy in her arms stirred but did not awaken.

The dark boy, Roger, stirred at last and spoke up.

The boy stirred once beneath his hands and was still.

The other boys stirred and followed, their weapons left behind.

The boy, whose breath was shallow, stirred and looked as if he were about to cry.

The boys slept like logs and didn't stir at all.

On the third day, the boy sat by the well, and did not stir his finger, however much it hurt him.

The others slept peacefully, and the boys did not stir.