Cronch

Or on a Sunday afternoon, if I chanced to be at home, I heard the cronching of the snow made by the step of a long-headed farmer, who from far through the woods sought my house, to have a social “crack;” one of the few of his vocation who are “men on their farms;” who donned a frock instead of a professor’s gown, and is as ready to extract the moral out of church or state as to haul a load of manure from his barn-yard.

One of them thought he had answered me triumphantly, when I asked him if wolves had bones. He said they cronched up bones and all.

On my bended knees I supplicated for death in any other form than that of bein’ cronched alive by the huge apish monster that was throwin’ himself with terrific force against the iron slide that balked him of his prey.

Into the deep shadow of a vine-entangled tree he turned his horse, and here he waited until he heard footsteps cronching in the sand, until he saw a man in the light that lay for a moment in the road, and then he cried:[…]

We moved the things in, and the snow made a cronching sound. I’ll never forget how quiet it was, and the cronching sound of the snow.

The developers of Sea of Thieves have been sailing their own seas incognito since the game’s launch, presumably cronching on bananas and thieving the hard-earned booty of their most dedicated players – at least, that’s what I’d be doing if I had intimate knowledge of my own game.

Once, Cinrak watched fascinated and horrified as Agnes casually cronched a shark, tearing them apart with terrifying efficiency and feeding the struggling beast into the concentric carnassial circles.

But even though this is a video of 8,000 pound animals squashing massive gourds, they do so with remarkable delicacy, producing such a satisfying cronching sound it almost qualifies as ASMR.