Animal Noises

“Quit making animal noises,” said Dad, behind the wheel.
I did my chimpanzee call. Mark cawed like a crow.
“Stop,” said Dad, “or I’m going to let you two out.”
We continued.
He pulled over, and said: “Get out!”
“John,” said Mom, incredulous. “You can’t just dump them.”
Though Dad’s move was embarrassingly amateurish, it was unsettling. Mark and I revealed no concern, however, and ran into a grassy field.
Our Chevy wagon pulled forward several feet before stopping. Mom’s window framed her worried face.
Dad got out, and yelled: “Get back in!”
All the way home, the front seat was silent. The back seat was perfectly hushed as well.