Dewdropmon

"Tori-san, Tori-san, look what I found!" Hatori looked up in exasperation from his book, eyeing his white-haired friend. Ayame was practically leaping up and down in front of him, holding an object in his hands. "Is that a whistle?" Ayame nodded, then frowned as if confused. "Well, I think so." "You think so?" Hatori said, raising one eyebrow. "How can you not know?" "Just listen," Ayame said, then put the whistle to his mouth and blew. Hatori opened his mouth to tell him not to blow a whistle in such a small, confined space, but then shut it. No sound was coming from the whistle, unless he'd been rendered deaf. "That's weird," he mumb