cribber

Was he - or she -planning to ride the Cribber on a machine?

She had been sitting on the beach, watching in awe as he rode the Cribber towards her.

The Cribber had become a legend not just in Cornwall but throughout the surfing world.

And yet, he remembered what had happened on the Cribber when the man on the jet ski had caught up with him.

He was riding the Cribber.

The Cribber was coming.

Mr. Sokolow seems to be or have been an inveterate, and skillful, cribber of other people's words.

His entire concentration was fixed on the Cribber, on keeping his balance, and he didn't dare turn round.

The Cribber had come to Fis-tral Beach.

He had dared to play with the Cribber and the Cribber had taken its revenge.

Later, I worked twenty-three years for the Hudson's Bay as a cribber, freighting supplies by dog team or canoe to twelve trappers' camps.

As it turned out, he had ridden the Cribber just far enough to be near the end of its journey, when the wave had been at its weakest.

THE CRIBBER It had taken the engineer just a few minutes to take the water dispenser apart.

So the weaver rocks from side to side in the float as it is transported down the road, the cribber latches on to a fence post between mouthfuls of food, and the wind-sucker, out in a large paddock with other horses, may prefer to swallow air rather than eat the grass.