Watching humans always gave the little monster all sorts of new and interesting feelings.
It was truly fascinating.
The child and his parents didn't stay long.
After reminding the old man to rest properly and call them if anything came up, they left.
The old man slowly raised his head.
He turned his face toward the window.
The little monster was about to look away when its gaze suddenly sharpened.
Then its expression stiffened.
This old man...
The image of the old man collapsing to the ground and groaning in pain suddenly flashed before its eyes.
It was him!
The memory it had just begun to forget came back into sharp focus.
The little monster bared its teeth.
Honestly...
Why did it have to run into him again?
Though it grumbled to itself, the little monster stayed in the tree for the time being.
Every day, it watched the old man through the window for a long time.
The old man lay on his stomach every day.
Most of the time, he was alone.
The caregiver looking after him didn't disturb him much.
The house grew livelier on weekends.
That was when the old man's children came to visit him.
Only then could the little monster see him smile happily.
Since he had to lie on his stomach, the old man had very few ways to pass the time.
Unread newspapers were stacked high beside the table.
The radio played the wavering sounds of opera all day long.
But what the old man did most often... was stare out the window, lost in thought.
The old man didn't know that every time he did, a monster was watching him from a branch outside the window.
The little monster turned its head. All