Ah, spring has come to Vancouver Island.  Mrs. Bunny was hopping along the beautiful rocky coast, which she likes to do for a couple of hours every morning.  She was picking wildflowers when suddenly she heard whoosh.  Whoooooosh.  "Oh my,"  she said.  "That sounds like whales."  And then,  having spent so many hours of her life so far being thus fooled, looked around for the blowhole where the ocean might be shooting up making whale whooshing imitative noises. She spied instead a whale!  An orca!
"Oh my God!  Oh my God!  Oh my God!"  she cried for she tends to lose her mind at such moments.  "There it is!"
And she pointed.
Of course there was no one else there to be so instructed, but somehow Mrs. Bunny feels that at such moments everyone is there.  In her heart, you were too.