The old ceiling fan began to whir as the summer heat set in.

The steady whir of the old fan filled the small bedroom all night.

The workshop filled with mechanical whirs as the machines started up.

The whirrings of the old projector filled the darkened room, mingling with the audience's quiet gasps.

The steady whirring in the workshop made it hard to hear the conversation.

The old ceiling fan, whirring softly above us, lulled the room into a sleepy calm.

The whirring fan cooled the room on a hot afternoon.

The old projector whirred as it projected flickering images across the wall.

Among all the paper pinwheels, the neon one was the whirliest at the summer fair.

The carousel felt whirlier at night when the lights blurred into colorful streaks.