An instrumental.

Right now, at this very moment, there is a high school student outside my classroom window screaming at his friends by blowing through a blade of grass. Yes. Grass. It's one of those little tricks of nature you find out about at Girls' Camp or Boy Scouts or something, and then totally forget about for years and years, only to suddenly recollect on a warm spring day like today. Usually these moments are very nostalgic and I typically love them, but right now that blade of grass sounds like a screaming monster baby, and I want it to stop.