v2 omake 22 Mar 2007 02:35 pm
Stray Goat 1
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I’m sure all of you know “Mary Had a Little Lamb.” It’s a song about a tragic incident involving a lamb and a little girl. Being raised in the countryside, I’ve actually experienced this.
On the way to my elementary school, my friend found a goat that wasn’t restrained. I think all kids that age are similar, but we all got around it and played with it. It was fairly tame and didn’t seem to mind. It was probably tied up somewhere and ran away. It was the first time I had seen a stray goat.
Goats, being herbivores, don’t have trouble finding food like stray dogs. Because of it, no matter how much us kids pulled up grass and tried to feed it, there was no reason for the goat to eat it. But we were kids, so we wanted to feed it. I suddenly remembered that I had “leftover bread from yesterday’s school lunch” in my bag, and decided to try to feed it to the goat.
Then.
It devoured it. It ate it deliciously, looking like Taichi from the band TOKIO. The first slice was instantly gone. When I gave it a second slice, that was also gone in an instant.
Ok, now that we were done feeding it, we headed to school. The bread must have been good because as we tried to leave, the stray goat followed trudgingly. We finally reached the school.
This unexpected rare guest caused a huge commotion among the kids. We were surrounded instantly. The girls were especially happy and as the one that brought it, I was instantly popular.
“Hey hey, where’s it from?”
I don’t know.
“What’s its name?”
I don’t know.
“How old is it?”
How should I know!?
“Why did it follow you?”
That I do know…
But for elementary kids, the time before school was short. We left the goat and went to class. I was relieved when the goat didn’t follow me to class like in Mary’s case.
But around 2nd period,
“Kyaaaaaah!!”
One of the girls with a window seat screamed.
“Teacher! The goat…
is eating our flower bed!!!”
Oh man.
Being kids, this caused us all to run to the windows.
“It really is”
“Aww, we put so much work into it.”
Because of the bustle, the kids from the other classes were all looking out of their windows, too.
The teacher asked,
“I wonder whose goat it is?”
Everyone said,
“it’s **-kun’s goat!”
Because so many people yelled it out at once, the ** part was blurred, but for some reason, it kind of sounded like my name…
What?
Of course, this simultaneous shout was heard by other classrooms.
“It’s **-kun’s goat.”
“Why did **-kun bring it to school?”
“Man, I wonder what **-kun is going to do about it?”
“What the heck is **-kun thinking?”
I wasn’t thinking anything.
The area of, “the conversations that I could hear,” infected the classrooms from their windows and spread rapidly.
From my observations, the goat preferred the blooming flowers of our garden and continued to devour them.
The teacher turned to me and said hysterically,
“**-kun, do something about it!”
Why?
Continued here…
* To protect privacy, I have taken the liberty of hiding the ** part. I have also changed the tone of voice so please read it with a different one.
