Learning to Whistle Took All Week
Every kid in Hana's class could whistle except Hana. At lunch, Dev whistled a bouncy song, and two other kids joined in. Hana pushed air through her lips and got nothing but a puff.
"Pucker up," said Dev. "Make your mouth small, like you are sipping from a straw."
On Monday, Hana puckered and blew. Whoosh. On Tuesday, she tried in the shower and the bathroom mirror. Whoosh. Her cheeks hurt, and she was ready to quit.
On Wednesday, her dad had an idea. "Try moving your tongue a little," he said. "Tuck it back, and blow gently."
Hana tried it that night while brushing her teeth. Nothing. On Thursday morning, she tried again at the bus stop. Then, a thin, wobbly sound came out. It was a whistle, a tiny one.
She squealed so loudly that the bus driver waved. By Friday, Hana could whistle one whole note, and she whistled it all the way to school.