contiguous

The farmer surveyed his fields. All the land he owned was one big piece, everything touching. It was one big, contiguous farm. This made it easy to work, with no gaps or separate plots to worry about.

The map showed our small nation, tiny and isolated, with no other friendly lands immediately next to it. Our hope was to connect with them, to make our territories contiguous, so trade could flow freely and we wouldn't be so alone.

The stray dog nudged the fence. Beyond it lay the quiet, contiguous fields of Mr. Henderson's farm, untouched by the blight that had swept through our village. If only we could reach those safe lands, our hungry children might finally eat again.

My uncle Barry's farm was a mess. He had so many chickens, they'd hop from one field to the next. All his land was contiguous, meaning one big chicken party! You couldn't even find a fence; they were all touching and squawking.

The alien toddlers giggled, building a tower of slimy, purple jelly cubes. Their spaceship's hull had these odd, wobbly bits, all touching and contiguous. One toddler bumped it, and the whole wobbly structure wobbled more.

The two farms were finally one. After years of the neighbor's land being right there, unused and separate, they had acquired it. Now, their property was one huge, contiguous expanse, no gaps, just endless rolling fields ready for planting.

The surveyor frowned, tracing the property line on the worn map. Their client's dream of a sprawling alpaca farm depended on this one detail: would the two plots of land be contiguous? If the jagged coastline separated them, the whole investment was in jeopardy.

The surveyor frowned at the map, tracing the property lines. Her client insisted on a single, uninterrupted parcel, no scattered plots. He needed a completely contiguous block of land for his experimental solar farm, a solid, unbroken field to maximize efficiency.

The squirrels had a brilliantly evil plan to dominate the park. Their strategy relied on a vast, contiguous network of acorn-hoarding territories, stretching from the old oak to Mrs. Henderson's prize-winning petunias. If they could link their nut caches without a single patch of bare grass, no human could stop their fluffy, bushy-tailed reign of terror.

Barnaby the badger, a creature of extreme territorial integrity, refused to allow even a single dandelion to sprout in the contiguous patch of dirt he guarded. His neighbors, a family of grumpy gnomes, complained daily about Barnaby’s obsessive turf war, especially when his burrow's entrance nudged their prize-winning mushroom patch.

The neighboring farms, though owned by different families, were contiguous. Their fields stretched side by side, a shared expanse of green where fences were unnecessary, implying a deep, unspoken understanding between their owners and a sense of unity in their shared agricultural landscape.

The settlers finally reached the unclaimed plateau, its vast, contiguous expanse a promise of plenty. Generations had dreamt of such uninterrupted land, where farms could stretch without boundary disputes, a single, connected future unfurling before them.

The scouting party finally reached the border, their hope dwindling. The enemy held the ridge, a contiguous block of fortified positions stretching as far as they could see. There was no way around; they would have to fight across every inch of that joined land.

Bartholomew, the perpetually bewildered badger, couldn't comprehend why his prized collection of precisely arranged, contiguous turnips refused to remain so. Every morning, a mischievous gnome, with an apparent penchant for agricultural chaos, would rearrange the plump roots, ensuring Bartholomew's vegetable patch became a most un-contiguous mess.

The pirate captain, Bartholomew "Barnacle" Bill, surveyed his ill-gotten gains. His doubloons were piled in a glorious, glittering heap, the treasure map depicting only contiguous areas of pure, unadulterated loot. No pesky empty squares or strategically placed sand dollars would deter his avarice; it was all or nothing, touching and joined in a perfect circle of avarice.

The scout reported that the enemy’s flanking maneuvers were attempting to connect their forces across the contiguous forest. If they succeeded, their unified front would prove an insurmountable impediment to our advance, leaving us strategically vulnerable.

The sprawling ranch, inherited by the stoic descendants, was a mosaic of dusty plains and rugged canyons. Their prosperity hinged on the entirety of this *contiguous* expanse; even a sliver of disjointed terrain would disrupt their intricate, millennia-old system of subterranean aqueducts, jeopardizing their very existence.

The surveyors frowned, their maps detailing a frustrating dilemma. The mineral rights we’d meticulously acquired were in disparate parcels, separated by a capricious alluvial fan; securing the entire vein necessitated acquiring that contiguous tract, which now belonged to a stubborn prospector clinging to his meager plot.

The emperor's vast, contiguous empire, a veritable smorgasbord of unclaimed territories, presented a vexing logistical conundrum. His cartographers, perpetually bewildered, struggled to delineate the boundaries of his dominion, which sprawled across the globe like a particularly aggressive, geographically ambitious amoeba, its many contiguous parcels of land perpetually jostling for position in a chaotic, celestial game of cosmic Tetris.

The perpetually befuddled badger butler, Barnaby, surveyed the contiguous duchy of Gruyère, a perplexing patchwork of Swiss cheese estates and miniature alpaca ranches. His mission: to ascertain if the rogue Emmental, still sporting a monocle and a quill, had encroached upon the neighboring yak pastures.