Whistling, –

I really hope I am never lost in a storm, and my only hope is to attract someone’s attention. I try to yell for help; only the storm is raging and they can’t hear me, and I remember that voices don’t travel far, but whistling does, but I don’t know how to whistle, so instead I am left awestruck by the melondipitousness of life’s events and get swept away in the storm. I have no desire to learn how to whistle though, and would really prefer if everyone else just forgot to make things fair.