I might change my pfp

I pushed past the screen door to stretch my feet in the warm sun. Resting right in the groove between two wooden deck planks, a tiny yellow plastic whistle caught my eye! I knelt down, clamped both flippers around the mouthpiece, and gave it an earnest tug. It popped free and blew a sudden, piercing TWEET right into my face! The sharp shriek startled my whole chest so hard that a big hiccup burst out and fat tears flooded right down my cheeks. But after a quick sniffle, I babbled gugu gaga, rubbed my nose against the smooth plastic, and proudly tucked it under my flipper.