“I will not hide anything from you, Bobo,” Ninja said. He lay idly with half of his body inside his small house. Bobo was enjoying some milk. “This is a strange place, my friend. Someone like you needs someone like me for guidance. I have eyes and ears everywhere. I have heard it and seen it all.” He said this with a touch of doubt in the tone of his voice. He had seen everything and heard everything within the confines of his master’s house. But Bobo had come home smelling of something unkown, something mysterious. A yearning filled Ninja but rules had to be adhered to. “You can’t just sneak out and come back home any time you feel like it! The master will punish you if he finds out. You know his anger is as hot as the centre of the burning charcoal on a brazier.”