The Whistle in Grandpa's Ear
Grandpa wore a tiny hearing aid in his left ear. When he hugged someone, it sometimes let out a thin, high whistle. Cleo loved Grandpa, but she hoped that the whistle would stay home on the night of the school concert.
Cleo was playing a flute solo. She had practiced for weeks. She peeked from behind the curtain and saw Grandpa in the third row. He gave her a big wave.
Her song began. The room grew very quiet during the soft part. Then, from the third row, came a thin, high whistle.
Some kids giggled. Cleo's cheeks burned. For a moment she lost her place in the music.
Then she noticed that the whistle was almost the same note as the one she was playing. It sounded like it was playing along. Cleo grinned behind her flute. She kept going, and she played the last notes loud and clear.
After the concert, Grandpa wrapped her up in a hug. His ear whistled again.
"Sorry about that, sweet pea," he said.
"Don't be," said Cleo. "We played a duet."
Grandpa laughed so hard that his hearing aid whistled all the way to the car.