wheedle-wheedle-wheedle

Updated: May 7, 2025

And the poor little duckling did take that, and scampered off to its mother, crying out in such a pitiful voice, "Wheedle-wheedle-wheedle," that the heron forgot his ill-humour and burst out laughing, and felt quite sorry that he had given poor little Yellow-down such a cruel poke in its back with his long sharp beak.

George Manville Fenn - Featherland: How the Birds lived at Greenlawn