a squeak

Finally we had a night with no fireworks and no thunderstorms.  I slept in Jim and Jean's closet just in case a storm came up.  You just never know when it will thunder.

I love my squeaky toys.  My favorite red toy does not squeak any more.  Maybe I chewed a small hole in it. I heard a squeaky sound coming from Jean's office.  I ran in because I was so excited that maybe Jean found another squeaky toy.  It was just Jean playing her violin.  That is one squeaky sounding instrument.