Save a Word Saturday (#14)

Welcome to Save-a-Word Saturday, a new blog hop hosted by The Feather and the Rose.
The aim is to spread love of old and unusual words by sharing them with other bloggers and thereby saving these precious, wonderful, whirling words from the dusty, lonely corners of the oldest, least visited vaults of the Word Bank.

The rules run thusly:

1. Create a lovely blog post that links back to The Feather and the Rose. The easiest way to do that would be to grab the code under the pretty Save-a-Word Saturday button. Just copy and paste it into the HTML part of your blog. 

2.  Pick an old word you want to save from extinction to feature in your blog post. It really must be an old word, not just a big one. We are trying to save lovely archaisms, not ugly giants (for example, "Dihydrogen Monoxide" is not an acceptable choice).

3. Provide a definition of your word. Use your word in a sentence (or even a short paragraph) vaguely related to the theme we have chosen this week. You may also add visual or musical interpretations of your word or your sentence. In fact, add anything that moves your creative spirit.

4. Add a link to your blog in the linky list below (it's down there somewhere). Then hop to as many other blogs as you can in search of as many wonderful words as possible!

5. Use as many of the words as you can on the people in your life. Do leave a note or add something to your own post to let us all know what wonderful old word you whipped out to befuddle your friends and relations.

This week's theme is:

Laughter

And the word I have chose is:

grobianism
n. - rudeness; boorishness

 And my ever so wordy sentences are:

 The boy trotted next to the girl, teasing her relentlessly and laughing all the way.  A tug at the hair here, a ill-meant joke there laced thoroughly with snickering.  The girl stopped suddenly, digging her heels into the soil.  The boy almost feel from the abruptness of stopping, and took a second to steady himself.  The girl fumed, and she could feel smoke billowing out of her ears her head was so hot.

"If you think you grobianism is funny, you are sadly mistaken!" she cried out.  With that she kicked some dirt at him and took off the opposite way.

The boy stood there dumbfounded.  He felt his face grow hot with the blush that krept across his face.  The laughter had been sucker-punched out of him, leaving him standing alone in the dusty dirt alone and confused.