I watch the humans interact with each other. Foolish. My mistress could have fallen in love with a nice man. Not a perverted one. But...she didn't.She fell in love with the cursed monk,even if she didn't relize it herself. I never disagreed with my mistress...as long as it made her happy. The monk...he did that for her. He helped her where I could not. He helped heal the wound in her heart. I sigh as I watch the monk grope her.Foolish. Sometimes,I hide dead fish in his futon. He doesn't know it's a warning. If he hurts my mistress more then she hurts him on a regular basis he will be deader then the fish.