Names
- North America: "skipping rocks"
- Italian: rimbalzello
- Russian: baking pancakes (pech blini)
- Ukrainian: letting the frogs out (zapuskaty zhabky)
- Polish: letting the ducks out (puszczanie kaczek)
- Hungarian: making it to waddle (kacsáztatás)
- Spanish: making white-caps or frogging(?) (hacer cabrillas or hacer sapito)
- Among other names, in Catalan, making step-stone bridges or furrows, or simply skipping stones (fer passeres, fer rigalets, llençar passanelles)
- Estonian throwing a burbot (lutsu viskama)
- Bengali Bengachi (frog jumps)
- Andhra Pradesh Kappa Gantulu (frog jumps)
- Croatian: Žabice (little forgs)
- Portuguese either peixinho (little fish) or conchinhas (little seashells)
- French: ricochets
- Swedish or Finnish: throwing a sandwich, if translated literally
- Danish: smut or at smutte (slipping) or, "at slå smut" (to make slips)
- Czech language dělat (házet) žabky/žabičky (to make/throw little frogs – countrywide, especially in Central and North Bohemia and Czech Silesia) or kačky/kačeny/kařery/kačenky/káčata/káčery/káčírky (ducks/drakes/ducklings, East Bohemia and parts of Moravia) but there are many other local and dialectal words: rybičky/rybky (little fishes), mističky (saucers), talíře (plates/dishes), podlisky/podlíšky/lyšky (wagtails), potápky (divers), pokličky/pukličky (pot-lids), plisky, plesky (flaps), žbluňky (plops), šipky (darts), bubliny (bubbles), židy (jews), páni/panáky (sirs/figures), babky (gammers/wagtails), panenky (dolls/girls/dragonflies), převážet panenku Mariu (to ferry Virgin Mary) and many others.
- UK: stone skimming, stone skiting, and ducks and drakes
- Ireland: stone skiffing, according to Jerdone "Jerry" Coleman-McGhee, in his book, The Secrets of Stone Skipping.
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