[Miyabi laughs, snickering quietly behind her hand. Now, that would be something, but the story doesn't go quite like that...] Ehehe, that would be something! But I'm afraid his parents had other thoughts.
“Joji will never make a farmer,” said the farmer sadly to his wife.
“Maybe he could be a priest,” she told him. “Why don’t you take him to the temple?"
So the farmer brought Joji to the priest at the village temple. The priest said, “I will gladly teach him.”
From then on, Joji lived at the temple and he priest gave him lessons in reading and writing. Joji even had his own box of writing tools, with a brush and an ink stick and a stone! Joji loved to make the ink the most. He poured water in the hollow of the stone, he dipped the ink stick in the water, then he rubbed the stick on the stone...and there was the ink for his brush! [Miyabi mimes the actions with ease and precision. She knows how to do all this with her eyes closed, being an artist herself - using an ink stone all but religiously.]
Now, the other students worked hard at their writing, but not Joji! With his brush and rice paper, he did nothing for hours but draw. And what Joji drew was just one thing. ...Cats. Cats, cats, and more cats! Small cats, big cats, thin cats, fat cats! Cats, cats, cats, cats, cats!
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“Joji will never make a farmer,” said the farmer sadly to his wife.
“Maybe he could be a priest,” she told him. “Why don’t you take him to the temple?"
So the farmer brought Joji to the priest at the village temple. The priest said, “I will gladly teach him.”
From then on, Joji lived at the temple and he priest gave him lessons in reading and writing. Joji even had his own box of writing tools, with a brush and an ink stick and a stone! Joji loved to make the ink the most. He poured water in the hollow of the stone, he dipped the ink stick in the water, then he rubbed the stick on the stone...and there was the ink for his brush! [Miyabi mimes the actions with ease and precision. She knows how to do all this with her eyes closed, being an artist herself - using an ink stone all but religiously.]
Now, the other students worked hard at their writing, but not Joji! With his brush and rice paper, he did nothing for hours but draw. And what Joji drew was just one thing. ...Cats. Cats, cats, and more cats! Small cats, big cats, thin cats, fat cats! Cats, cats, cats, cats, cats!