pfft-pfft-pfft.

n.  the whistling of the stars as they call to the soul of a shaman.

<[A]ll the souls now pass up and down the souls’ road, in order to keep it open for the shaman; some rush down, others fly up, and the air is filled with a rushing, whistling sound: “Pfft-pfft-pfft!”  That is the stars whistling for the soul for the shaman, and the guests in the house must then try to guess the human names of the stars, the names they bore while living down on earth; and when they succeed, one hears two short whistles: “Pfft-pfft!” and afterwards a faint, shrill sound that fades away into space.  That is the stars’ answer, and their thanks for being still remembered.  —Joan Halifax, Shamanic Voices: A Survey of Visionary Narratives.>

pfftrw.

n.  a muffled expression by someone whose mouth is sealed by duct tape, as in the novel Heart Seizure by Bill Fitzhugh.

pfp-ffffff-pfft.

n.  the sound of convulsive laughter.

<Alfredo opened his mouth to answer.  “Pfp-ffffff-pfft,” was all that he could articulate, and the two young men collapsed with laughter once again.  —Daniel Reveles, Enchiladas, Rice, and Beans.>

pfrr.

(also phrr.)  n.  a noncommittal mutter, as in the story “Potch” by Leo Rosten (anthologized in A Passion for Books: A Book Lover’s Treasury of Stories, Essays, Humor, Love and Lists on Collecting, Reading, Borrowing, Lending, Caring for, and Appreciating Books by Harold Rabinowitz).

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