She let a much louder and longer one squeal.
The father again looked at the dog and growled,
“Get out from under the table!”
Once again the young lady smiled and thought, “Yes!”
A few minutes later our petite heroine had to let another one free.
She let go a blast that rivaled a train whistle blowing!
Once again, the father looked at the dog with disgust, and yelled,
“Move Charlie before she shats on you!