In an instant the man was torn from limb to limb, and in a wild disgust and hatred Beowulf heard the lapping of blood, the scrunching of bones and chewing of warm flesh as the monster ravenously devoured him.
"A Book of Myths"
Jean Lang
"Oh, is that who she is," said Mrs. Fisher, scrunching heavily over the pebbles towards the hidden corner.
"The Enchanted April"
Elizabeth von Arnim
When they dived into the lanes he slowed down, remarking: "I suppose we mustn't risk scrunching any one up."
"Winding Paths"
Gertrude Page