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Ululate
For as long as Gibbs had lived in this neighborhood, it had been relatively quiet. It was a family neighborhood. The kids might get a little loud during the day, but by night everything was quiet as everyone slept.
That was until this week. New neighbors had moved in across the way and Gibbs had thought nothing of it. People came and went. It was the way of things.
Then the dogs ululated and wouldn't stop. This was now the fifth night in a row that Gibbs had been kept from his sleep by the howling dogs. He was seriously considering buying the dogs a muzzle, just so that he could get some sleep.
