no more whistling for her

This palm-sized bird whistle apparently fell out of a bag of bath toys which got moved from room to room. Like the piece of puzzle, I found it on the floor. I don't remember what sound it used to make, and it no longer makes any sound at all. What's more, though I'm sure that Hila will love having a bath once we move back to our house, she's outgrown the toys that she used to surround herself with in the tiny plastic tub she was once able to use, and this whistle probably won't attract her. On the other hand, I like it. It would be nicer if it still made a sound, but even when it doesn't, there's something comforting about having it in my pocket.