Cowturd

The Cheuyn is also a warie fish to take, and very fearefull: In March he will byte at the redde worme at the ground, for commonly he will byte at the ground, and somewhat déeepe at all times of the yeare, in Aprill, the cadyce or ditch canker, and the canker that bréedeth in the barke of a trée, and the worme that bréeedeth betwéene the barke and the Oke trée: also the red worme, and the young frogge his legges and féete cut off, also the stone Cadyce flye, and the bobbe worme vnder the cowturd, likewise the redde snaile:[…]

That the juice of a few Cowturds, mixt with a sham of Steel-dust, and steept in a new-vamp’d Well, that in all likelyhood was an old House of Office;

Matt told him to open his mouth and close his eyes, and he’d give him a big surprise. And just as he was about to try and jam the cowturd in, Thomas clamped down on his hand like a dog that hadn’t eaten in about a week and started gnawing it for all he was worth.[…]Then he had to open his mouth to get him a big breath. And the old cowturd went right in there.[…]But I’d be lying if I said I didn't enjoy watching Thomas eat the cowturd, too. But part of me also hated watching Thomas eat the cowturd. Because I knew that it could very easily have been me eating the cowturd.