D.O.P.-T.

Yesterday it was still sunny and pleasant when I walked the dog. On a patch of lawn on the edge of the park, a guy in green shorts was playing bagpipes; his friend was holding up one of the pipes for him. A lady in orange trousers with a baby strapped to her chest stopped to listen. The dog stopped too, and pointed at the piper twenty or thirty feet away. Probably thought it was a large squeaky toy.

( Twisty trees. )