I picked up a big acorn cap this afternoon on my walk with Lucy, and, wedging it between my thumbs and forefingers, made a V with the first knuckle of my thumbs and blew over them into the cap. Lucy turned sharply at the shrill whistle, and I wondered, a little apologetically, if it hurt her ears.
I showed her the acorn cap on my outstretched palm, and she sniffed it. Then she took it, chewed it up, and spit it out.
No more whistling today.
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