The Little Red Dog came to visit with her owners, and we went for a walk on the common.
Magically, as we walked over the grassy Big Bit, where people play cricket and don't fly kites (why not?), we could see about fifteen rabbits nibbling the grass next to the gorse bushes.
What a gift for The Little Red Dog! She is not a hunter, and not even really a chaser, but she galloped gleefully into the crowd, scattering them left, right and centre: there was a sea of bobbing white tails, then they all completely disappeared from sight.
The Little Red Dog looked baffled; was it a dream?