The Piper at the Gates of Dawn

It was a drizzly, dark morning today, and I had Nutmeg out at the river early. She was happily digging her hole in the sand when she noticed a man in yellow emerge from the path. She watched him for a moment before he took out his harmonica and began to play for her.

Now, I cannot claim to be a huge harmonica enthusiast, usually because the only tunes I've ever heard played on a harmonica tend to be a bit too sprightly and wheezy for my liking. But this man began to play what I can only call a dirge - dark, melancholy and slow. Nutmeg was transfixed. She did none of her cute head-tilts, nor did she wag her tail or go up to him to search for treats. Nor was she afraid. She just stood there, enchanted, as he played his tune for her.

After he finished, the man just said, "That was for you, buddy," and disappeared again into the bushes.

Magic.