Mondo wagged his neckless head then sank back into his chair.

On one terribly brittle shoulder the droll lump of its neckless head ridiculously lived.

The Shet rolled his neckless head, possibly in sympathy.

Gardulla muttered her approval, nodding her neckless head on the end of a thick, shapeless body, slitted eyes glittering.

The Hoobat moved, rearing up on the tips of its six legs, its neckless head slowly revolving on its puffy shoulders.

There was a kind of neckless head somewhere in the middle of it, little more than a bulbous lump, upon which something like features sat.