“Bokuchu” Us vs the Police: 700-Day War

“Here.”

The owner of the goat was determined to be the away team at the coloseum. One boy, “me” was stuck in the middle of a very unfortunate situation of making enemies with all 550 other students of the school. You might compare it to the show “Nobuta wo Produce.” Kids nowadays wouldn’t come to school and might even contemplate suicide in this situation, but I wasn’t built that poorly.

Now that I think about it, if that PE teacher hadn’t chased around the goat, there wouldn’t have been this much damage. After causing that much damage to the flower garden, he tried to hand off all his responsibility to one elementary school kid. It would be hard to forgive. While half crying, I greatly protested this to my homeroom and the PE teacher. Both teachers said “ok, ok” and calmed me, and decided that the PE teacher would bring the goat back to where I found it.
Hmm. Just like a gladiator, even though I was half crying?

We finished our school lunch and it was fifth period. The home economics class was changed to homeroom. It appears as though it was homeroom involving a stray goat. Our teacher finally explained the situation.

“So you guys understand? That’s why you don’t give food to stray goats.”
“Yes.”
everyone answered, but teacher, we never learned that, and I don’t think it’ll be useful information ever again…

“So…” the teacher continued.
“The sixth graders will use the time till the end of school to fix all the school’s flower garden.”
“Whaaat!?”

I don’t need to tell you this, but everyone booed.

“Teacher! I think **-kun and the PE teacher should do that.”
Is that comment something you should raise your hand about?
“We agree” *clap*clap*

… I don’t agree.

The teacher sensing that things wouldn’t be resolved democratically, said
“You guys are all in the highest grade right? The highest grade has responsibilities as the highest greade.”
What good words!
“Even if it was only one person in the class, as classmates, you should help each other out.”
What good… words?
Um, is that one person me?

“Do you understand?”
“Ye-es…”

Teacher, that didn’t resolve things at all. It made things worse.

Even though you couldn’t sense consent from their answer, my “classmates” all changed into their PE uniforms and met in the courtyard. The other sixth grade classes were also called out. The gazes from the other classes especially had a different degree of severity in them. Of course, there were some boys that were happy that class was canceled. They became my allies because of this one benefit… but I wasn’t very happy about it.
“It’s because of your goat! ^^”
“It’s not mine!”
“Don’t be so modest ^^b”

The flower garden that the PE teacher and goat trampled was pretty bad.
“Terrible.”
“This is no good, right?”
“Teacher, what should we do about the ones that were eaten?”
“Let’s see…”
Each one of those comments felt like mythryl swords stabbing into my back.

Because it was the same courtyard, it had the same coliseum feel along with the gallery of rubberneckers. The underclassmen shouted down from above,
“**–kun, make sure you fix my flower, too.”
Pay attention to class!
On top of that, you guys shouldn’t be speaking down to me! I was thinking in my mind, but my guilty feeling caused me to respond,

“Yes, yes, right away…”
I had become totally obedient.

Because there were a lot of people, the work was done in about an hour! The ones that were eaten were gone, but the teachers decided that they would buy replacement seedlings later and so the issue was resolved.
What joy.

The next day, with the incident starting to fade in everyone’s memory and to the disappointment of those who thought that “he wouldn’t be able to come tomorrow,” I arrived at school as if nothing happened.

Some of the girls in my class called me over as soon as I got there.
“**-kun, hurry, hurry!”
“What?” I hurried over to the window they were calling me to, and there, in the courtyard, was a white goat…
After finding me by the window

“Meeh?”

Stop bleating in question form!

Back to Shoplifting Suspect 1 here…