His skull dropped from his neck and rolled across the floor with a hollow sound like an empty barrel.

The tame silver foxes had begun to show white patches on their fur, floppy ears, rolled tails and smaller skulls.

The skull rolled across the floor toward where they sat.

A great skull would roll to view, like a snowball; they shouted!

The skull popped loose and rolled into the hall, stopping near the loose skull that had, hours before, shot out of the fire.

A skull rolled toward Eliza.

The skull bounced beside him, rolled a few feet and remained teetering back and forth, grinning as though pleased by the part that it had played.

The skull rolled through the coals.

The skull rolled slightly, as if to change its view.

It sat at a table near the door, the skull rolled forward, resting against an overturned green bottle.