rotten

“My children are all decent people. I don’t have one rotten one, and I would like to think that they got some of that from me.”

Here, the Russian conscripts are either mean but brave or they just have rotten luck.

In this case, it’s a subplot about despondent self-deporting animals who resolve to flee Oz because their home has become hostile to their kind: “We can’t stay here. It’s become rotten,” says a bear.

The odor of rotten flesh clouds my nostrils.

She followed the woman’s gaze to the rotten potato in her own hand.