Fairy Glen

"My ball, my ball's gone"

"Don't worry Bud, I've got another"

"But that's a good, smelly ball"

"Leave it Bud, I've got another better, smellier one up here. Come back Bud"

"I think I could get it, I'm sure I could get it"

"NO, LEAVE IT BUD"

"OK, there's no need to shout"

He left it and came back onto the bridge. The ball by now was far away, probably nearly to Rosemarkie Beach. Another dog will find it and have fun with it I expect.