Kate saw the boys playing ball. They tossed the ball into the air. Up, up it went. Then down it came. They tossed it up again and again. It came down, down, down. It fell every time. They could not keep it in the air. "What makes the ball come down?" said Kate. "Why doesn't it keep going up?" "I will tell you," said mamma. "A Giant lives down in the ground. He is Giant Gravitation. He works all the time. He is very strong. He draws everything toward him. He keeps the house down. If he did not it would fly away. He keeps the children from flying away, too. You have seen the leaves falling. Giant Gravitation is calling them. Sometimes you have dropped your books. Giant Gravitation said, 'Come.' The ball goes up into the air. Giant Gravitation calls. Then it comes down."
"That's it?" "Mm. Quite a work, huh?" "I see I've been had. When I expected it least, I've been served back my own tochimenbō." "I'm not out to serve you back anything. It's really quite a work, so I thought I'd translate it. You don't agree?" The master gazes in through the gold-rimmed glasses. "You've obviously caught me off guard. I underestimated you, was taken for a ride, and am now compelled to submit." Meitei pronounces his own capitulation. The master is not on board. "Your submission was furthest from my mind. I thought it intriguing prose, so I set to translating. That's all there is to it." "Well played, well played. Anything less would have missed the mark. Wonderful. I stand humbled." "It hardly merits your humility. I've given up on watercolors, so I'm trying my hand at composition instead." "Your watercolor painting, with its washed-out hues and mismatched depths, pales in perspective. I couldn't be more in awe." "In light of your praise, I'll redouble my efforts." The master persists in a world of his own fancy.