"Kangetsu here is a young man, and perhaps has yet to recognize any special abnormality in the young miss Kaneda's nasal structure. The genes at work may long lie dormant till suddenly, with a shift in the weather, they spring into action. The nose then swells, and may even match the mother's. Therefore, it would seem most prudent, based on Meitei's scholarly analysis, to cease at once all thoughts of said union. I expect you'll hear from the master of this house, as well from as the esteemed nekomata asleep over there, no difference of opinion." The master slowly props himself back up. "Absolutely! Who in his right mind would take that thing's daughter? By all means desist." He makes his case in no uncertain terms. For my part, I mew twice to signal my concurrence. Kangetsu shows no particular indication of distress. "If that's the opinion of my gentlemen friends then I'm happy enough calling it quits. I worry, though, for the other party. If my actions affect her health then I'll find myself in the wrong --" "Ha ha ha ha ha. A crime of passion, so to speak." The master alone is fully serious. "Utter rubbish! That thing's daughter's not worth a second look. Comes barging in here to take me to task in my own home. Insolent cow!" Just as he works himself into a stew, three or four voices call out anew from the fence line. "Wa ha ha ha ha ha!" "Arrogant clod!" yells one. "Must be wanting a bigger house!" yells another. "Poor thing - all bark and no bite!" yells a third. The master, not to be outdone, bellows back from the veranda. "Stuff it! And get away from my fence!" "Wa ha ha ha ha ha! Savage tea! Savage tea!" The voices throw it back at him. The master jumps to his feet, indignant with anger, grabs his walking stick, and rushes out to the road. Meitei claps his hands. "That's the spirit! Go get 'em!" he yells. Kangetsu floats a grin as he twists his haori ties. I follow the master out through the break in the fence, only to find him alone in the middle of the road, brandishing his stick at no one. Not a soul's in sight. The master stands befuddled.