Monk Ki looks across the garden. Master Ho Ha appears to be dancing in the sun. Intrigued he walks over to the old man.
“Is everything all right?”
Are you feeling well?”
“Are you dancing?”
“Did you stub your toe?” Monk KI is fast running out of questions.
“No. I took some Spring Tonic that I received from Anama Li. It tastes like wild flowers.”
A breeze stirs the Maple tree.