The Definition of Blood Curdling

There we Ossis were rounding out the third hour of our cross country jaunt. We had stopped for lunch at a little park in Morgantown hard by whatever it is they named the body of water that flows through Morgantown. There were tunafish sandwiches all around and pretzels and juice boxes and a third diet coke. We were all fairly sated and still looking forward to the afternoon and the drive. The older kids were just starting to watch The Wubalous World of Dr. Seuss when we all first heard it. It didn't even start in low and then start to grow. It just wasn't there one second and then it was. Not a moan, not a whine, not a have-you-the-time; it was a full on, this goes to eleven, blood curdling scream. Just Chloe making sure we all knew she was there. And she continued to let us know four, five, six times in a row at fairly regular short intervals throughout the rest of the day.