The wind blew the entire night, creaking and groaning about the old building in a mournful dirge.
She fell to her knees, groaning.
In only about five or ten minutes, the mare was groaning and lying on her side, pushing hard.
She reached forward for a croissant and bit into it, almost groaning at the buttery, flaky, airy bread.
And before the end of the journey Aesop had nothing to carry, while the other slaves were groaning under their heavy loads.
