Amber Croft A Cat of Nine Tales
It was typical Chinese morning, blue sky, smell of rice
between the lotus blossoms.
Buckminster of Bejing also typical, taking nap at when
others busy learning skills.
“Will you
not be practicing again Grasshopper?
“I’m too
tired, Sifu. I was up late last night, yow-ling at the moon.”
“Kat who
yowl at moon by night miss lessons under sun by day. This is not good.”
“Whatever,”
he replied.
Only
foolish kat waste words when argument is lost. But what to do when pupil has
not learned respect for elders. Is great problem for this humble teacher of the
warrior’s way. Were he of common stock would be back to worthy parents long
ago, but father is close friend of emperor and has made great contributions to
my Golden Amber temple.
Perhaps is
best unsuitable student not to follow way of warrior. Mud turtle in pond safer
that kat on horseback. What to do? Is an enigma. I began my morning practice,
Praying Mantis - Chow Style, with this troubling thought in mind.
Buckminster
does not hear the sacred call of discipline, but to remove unworthy student
would cast shame of many dragons over field of life.
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