.         .         . I n those days we had no humans, but we did have monkeys, 
and one day a little girl monkey came to the entrance of our cave looking quite 
lonely. Dojo welcomed her inside, which surprised me because I thought Dojo 
only liked warriors. When the little monkey saw me, she froze in terror, but 
then Dojo flipped me over his shoulder and bounced me off the walls of the cave 
a few times to demonstrate that I was fully under control. He made her a bowl 
of soup and asked her why she was wandering around the forest all by herself. 
The monkey, whose name was Belle, explained that her mother and her mother's 
boyfriend had kicked her out of the family tree and told her to go swing on the 
vines for a couple of hours. But the bigger monkeys hogged all the vines and 
wouldn't let Belle swing, so Belle wandered off into the forest looking for 
companionship and got lost, finally stumbling upon the entrance to Dojo's 
cave.