squeal

“I never know what I like but I really know what I don’t like. My fingertips squeal when they don’t like the fabric. It’s a bit of a magpie process.”

Kids squeal and laugh as they dive nose-first into the ocean from their boogie boards.

The expedient is to search for places where you can raise money with a minimum of squealing.

We sat at a picnic table; the squeals of children released to the joys of summer carried in the warm Alabama air.

“Suddenly they are squealing on others. It is a Soviet practice but it’s also something about the Russian genetic code, of fear, of trying to protect themselves at the expense of others.”