At this moment, the entry gate opens again. "Our ball's in the yard. May we please go get it?" calls a voice.
"Back again are they? Another ball in the yard, eh?"
"Yep. We agreed they should come round front before going back there."
"I see. That's why they keep calling at the gate. Got it."
"Why they're here so often for their ball."
"This is the sixteenth time today they've been back there."
"Sounds disruptive. Why not keep them out?"
"How can I keep them out? They need their ball back."
"You mustn't always assume that the way things are is the way things have to be. A man with sharp corners, as he rolls through life, is bound to get chipped and banged. Smooth your edges a bit and roll with the flow. Corners restrict movement, and every arduous lunge merely lands with a painful jolt. The world's not yours alone, and others won't bend to your will. How can I put this? Men of wealth will have their way. Stand in defiance, and they'll only grind you down. Your nerves will fray, and your body will weaken away. None will praise your valor, and time is not your friend. The other party is fully at leisure, dispatching agents at will. You're one against many, and there's no way to win. Be obstinate if you like, but not to the detriment of your work, and not to the point of personal dysfunction. To put it bluntly, why toil in vain with no prospect of reward?"
"Excuse us, but our ball's flown into the yard. Can we go round back and get it?"
"Back again already," Suzuki notes with a laugh.
"Insolent things!" The master's face is beet red.
Deciding he's accomplished what he came for, Suzuki excuses himself, invites the master to stop over and see him sometime, and takes his leave.