The Recorder That Squeaked Like a Mouse
On the first day of music class, Priya blew into her new recorder. Eeeek! It sounded just like a mouse caught in a door. The boy next to her giggled, and her cheeks turned hot.
"Everyone squeaks at first," said Mr. Okafor. "Try again, but blow softly, like you are fogging up a window."
Priya tried. Eeeek! She tried again. Eeeek! Her fingers did not want to stay on the holes. Some holes were left open, and that made the squeaks.
That night she sat on her bed with the recorder and a mirror. She watched her fingers and pressed each hole until it felt like a tiny kiss. She blew softly. A round, clear note floated out.
Priya grinned at the mirror. The next day, she played that one note for the whole class. Nobody giggled. Mr. Okafor gave her a thumbs up, and the mouse was gone.