You give your dog a bit of slack on his leash, just enough to let him know he can walk, but not run, towards the object of his attention. He whuffs once before proceeding with unusual quiet, ears swivelling. He pauses briefly and growls as a car rolls past, but a moment later he's on the move again, heading for your backyard. As you pass through the undefined border between front and back, your own ears begin to pick up the sound that got Moblin's interest.
Someone is crying. It sounds like a girl - a very, very small girl - but it also sounds like it's coming from up in the winter-naked branches of the old tree that is the dominant feature of the back end of the Harris property. You can't see anyone up there, girl or otherwise, and the branches aren't thick enough to provide any kind of cover. Not to mention that the lowest branches are about six feet off the ground, while the trunk below that isn't very climbable - you've tested it repeatedly on that front, to no avail.
None of this deters Moblin, who walks up to the tree and half-crawls, half-climbs his way up the bark as far as he can go, so that he's left standing on his hind legs, tail wagging furiously. He barks, once.
"Go away!" the tiny, tearful voice shouts.
Moblin barks again.
"Stupid mutt, I said go away! Leave me alone!"
Moblin opens his jaw to respond again, but breaks off with a disappointed whimper as you pull just so on his leash.
"Heel, Moblin. Heel." He sighs, dramatically, and then obeys. You scratch him behind one ear. "Good boy."
"Dumb slobbermonger," the tiny voice adds.
"Don't call my dog names," you shoot back.
There is a moment of silence.
"Y-you can hear me?"
"Yes..." you say slowly.
Suddenly, your face is full of light and sound. The former is deep pink, the latter is an unintelligible stream of feminine babble like a chorus of tiny silver bells falling all over one another, and they are both coming from a girlish figure about an inch tall, from whose back sprouts a pair of translucent butterfly-like wings.
You recognize the creature from Ganondorf's memories. It's a fairy.