Dad was practicing his tin whistle the other night. It sounded like an some poor creature was getting tortured! I was convinced that I needed to call animal control.
I couldn't take the noise any more, so I hid in my tube.
Then I gave Dad the laser eye to try to get him to stop. He laughed at me.
I usually like his whistle playing, but he usually plays a bigger one that sounds lower. There is a reason they call that little one a TIN whistle!