Dropping Notes Like Flies

(My mom likes to leave the windows open during the summer. Lots of mosquitoes get in and bite me. I’m upstairs taking a nap, when I hear the loud, high pitch of a mosquito. Instinctively, I slap around, trying to squish it, but get nothing. The sound is coming from outside of my room. Confused, I look around. Realizing what the sound really is, I go downstairs, where my brother is practicing the violin.)

Me: “Could you not practice the violin while I’m sleeping?”

Brother: “Why not?”

Me: “I thought your playing was a mosquito! It’s so high pitched and whiny that I was slapping around in my room like a moron!”

Brother: “Haha! Moron!” *stops to think* “Wait a minute! My playing doesn’t sound like a mosquito! Moooom!”

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