He looked after him thoughtfully. Why, he never knew. Because he had a mind, and that mind just thinks every second, thats why he looked after him thoughtfully. He chewed on his thick milk cream in his mouth and felt the pure joy and taste that his senses offered him whenever he chewed on the cream. Then he threw the milk cup over the grill and watched it tumble down the rocks for some distance, then a breeze caught it and it flew away in loopy movement. He turned to go but found that John was returning. He seemed to have finally made out what Dake had meant. He was rushing ahead at him in what looked like a hell of an anger, with a stone in his hand. Dake began sweating, he didn't know what to do. Before he could think of running away, John had reached him and he raised his hand to strike his head out with the stone. Dake immediately leapt aside in a feat of athleticism and then got up, then flew ahead and hit John flat in his stomach. The stone fell from John's hand as he slowly tumbled over the railing and fell on the rocks, just like the cup had fallen a few minutes ago.