My mistress

Forgive me if I am unable to express myself in a way in which you would find agreeable. It is my mistress' fault. I exist only through her conscience. If she does not know the meaning of a word, then I cannot explain it myself, for she would not have the vocabulary required. I am not saying that my mistress is ignorant, though I do, from time to time, wish that she was more intellectual. She is intelligent, there is no doubt about that, but when she is to utter her opinion on an important matter, she draws blank. She hasn't got a clue what to say. So she comes off as riciculous. Those who know her, may not think of her in that matter, but I can only imagine what she would say if she had been intellectual enough. I can only imagine, for I exist only through mistress' conscience, and she barely knows what I am talking about. What a shame, she could really have been someone.
Now they're at it again. Drilling and hammering. My mistress can't stand it any longer, but had it been up to me, they would have been silent a long time ago. My mistress is too frightened of getting into an argument to confront anyone. She is not afraid to lose the argument, but to damage her relationship with whomever she should fight with. That is just another proof of her being a sissy. I don't care for sissies, and I let her know that from time to time. Recently I have let her know quite often. Not to be alarmed, I don't hurt her physically. I just give her a litte scare, so she learns to toughen up. And it seems to be working. She is toughening up. But not enough to deal with the noisy neighbours. One day, she will. And the day after that, there'll be another, more quiet family moving in.