A Very Quiet Grip

Shh... be vewy, vewy quiet. I blinked, and suddenwy my fingers felt the smoowth wood in my hand. I tightened my wittle fist around the wifle stock, testing if it was weal. Click. The stock tapped against the bwank gwound beneath my boots. Not a sound stirred. I rested my other hand fiwmly on my hip and paused, wistening for any wustle in the siwence.