The door of the coach house stood open, propped by a wooden bucket.

At the top of the playground is a large wooden bucket that slowly fills with water.

Close beside him as he knelt by the window, was a wooden bucket.

By law, each family had to have two wooden buckets hanging in front of their house.

Keeping one hand on the wall, he bent and found a wooden bucket.

He saw a neighbour go past with a wooden bucket of water from the well.

The most acceptable thing he brought was his great wooden bucket, filled with fresh milk.

He put down his weapon and picked up a heavy wooden bucket full of water.

He dipped up water with a wooden bucket and let some run into the rocker.

He set the wooden bucket by the door to his house, thought about going back inside, and then decided not to.