In all his eleven years, he had heard his own parents shout at each other exactly once.

Peter was able to shout just once, his cry more indignant than alarmed.

"Those papers are alright to read when you're sitting on the toilet, but not for the financial news," he once shouted.

Can we be friends, even though I shout at you once in a while?

Could he not shout at her just once, like Grandmama?

He shouted once just to hear a voice.

But the thought of shouting never once occurred to me.

One or two people at the other end were snoring and once someone quite close to me shouted in his sleep:

"All right, you guys," he once shouted at a raucous company meeting.

He heard his name shouted once, twice, and a pleasant warmth that had been building within him finally became overwhelming.