The goat chewed it.

The two-headed goat chewed at his trousers.

But the goat was still chewing a sliver of green bark she had deigned to take ten minutes before.

As the goats chew on celluloid, one asks the other what he thinks of the film.

Voracious goats chew all the greenery within reach, sometimes even leaping onto the lower branches of trees to eat the leaves.

Less than a mile downstream from the waste outlet, Wang Haiqing watched his seven goats chew on weeds.

The goats chewed, burped and swallowed their way through their cozy night.

Sure enough, when they went into the hut, the goat was placidly chewing on a corner of the bed.

Nearby, goats chewed the grass along the roadside.

The goat, in the confusion, had chewed through its rope and trotted out of the door, vowing to give up religion in future.