The Singing Teakettle Mystery
Every night at bedtime, a sweet whistle came from the kitchen. Wee-oo, wee-oo. Dana and her mom were puzzled.
"The teakettle is cold," said Mom. "It cannot be singing."
Dana tiptoed in with a flashlight. The room was quiet. Then she heard it again. Wee-oo, wee-oo. The sound was not from the kettle. It was from the window.
She looked closely. A small crack ran along the bottom of the glass. The night wind blew through it, and the crack made a little whistle.
"Mom, it is the window!" Dana said.
Mom held a finger up to the crack and felt a cool draft. The next day, she pressed a strip of soft tape over it. That night, the kitchen was quiet.
Dana was a little sad. She had liked the song. But she was glad to solve the mystery.