"Wait, boy. D'ye hear that?"
"What is it grand-pop?"
"Music, lad. The sweet song of Bonny Doon."
"What's a Bonny Doon, grand-pop?"
"Not a what, son, but a where. They say, long ago, there was a village in these hills, so wondrous, so beautiful, so full of wine that the townsfolk decided to cast a spell on the whole of the town, so that it shall not appear on this Earth save for every hundred years when it rises from the mist once again."
"Aw, yer joshin' me, pops!"
"Nay it's true! Me...