Dying Whale Noise Analysis

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M Foley ENC 1101 Professor Dowling Fall 2012 Dying Whale Noises In our last week in Hafenlohr, Germany, the inevitable happened. Phoebe and I got our periods. I took a Midol pill, no significant deal. I went on with my day and skyped with my best friend Tabitha. Phoebe, on the other hand, eventually noodled her way to the floor and made dying whale noises. She refused, like a stubborn bull, to take anything but her drug of choice, Ibuprofen. Her mother, Andrea, was the only one who knew the location of that bottle. However, Andrea had left hours before abandoning us with Phoebe’s Uncle, Simon, who spoke extremely poor English. I somehow knew right away that it was going to be an exceptionally frustrating day. The room was stuffy, to say the least. The only window was held open…show more content…
I tried to peer in his room to see what happened but he came bursting out of his somehow out of breath. “Hier, here!” he cried and tossed a tub of cream to me. Completely covered in faded German words. “Uh, thank you, danke shin?” I retreated back into our room and him to his. I opened the door and was surprised to see Phoebe not on the bed, but the floor. She had somehow noodled her way to the floor rug. “Child, what are you doing on the floor?” “I’m slowly decomposing on the floor!” Phoebe said perfectly sane. “Did Simon actually understand you?!” I chucked the bottle at here and laughed as she pathetically tried to roll over and failed. “I think its muscle rub, like icy hot or bengay. It’ll help but it won’t make the pain go away.” “But the pain, make it go away.” She whined, and began making dying whale noises. The most annoying noise anyone ever can make. Worse than nails on a chalk board to me. “Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” “That’s it!” I screamed. “I’ve had it! Where the hell is that bottle of water? You are taking that Midol pill if I have to stick it down your throat and hold your mouth closed like a
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