Pathway to Japanese Literature

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Imasato Nenkichi

Same household: Futami

Same household: Koukichi

Tame (Kuromayashi's Maid)

Liquor Store Deliveryman

Oogushi Ha'e

Matsuno (Katakura Shūzō's Wife)

Girl

Momose Kikotsu

Postal Worker

Boy

Infantry Captain Shimanuki

Katakura Shūzō

Hei University Baseball Team Member Kosumi

Same: Kumaso

Same: Yamori

Neighbor: Kushiya

Same: Oibata

Same: Kuromayashi

Same: Ryōzumi

Same: Iwagaki

Same: Fujimaki

Recluse: Tago Nuehito

Neighbor A

Same: B

Same: C

Time: Modern

Place: The suburbs of Tokyo—a seventh-rate residential area recently reclaimed from rice fields.

Act I

Imasato Nenkichi's residence.
At the front was an entrance with a frosted glass door.
To the right stood cedar log gateposts.
To the right of the entrance rose a dark-stained Western-style house.
To the left lay a tatami room and a dining area.
In the grassy garden sat a homemade swing.
Near the veranda squatted a crude doghouse.

Early summer afternoon.

Their son Koukichi (about eight years old) returned from outside, riding his tricycle.
From the veranda, he turned toward the interior and called out to his mother in a frail voice.

Koukichi: “Mama!”
“Mama!”

Voice (From inside): “What’s all this noise? You mustn’t shout like that…”
(Futami appeared holding cooking chopsticks.) “That won’t do. You need to be quiet…”
“Papa’s studying right now…”

Koukichi: (Ignoring her) “Mama…I’m not a failure, am I?”

Futami: “As if you’d ever fail! Because your health is weak, we consulted with your teacher and decided you’d take a year off from school. In the first place, you haven’t even been going to school for a month now, have you?”

Koukichi: “And then, our Pesu isn’t a stray dog, right?”

Futami: “A stray dog? Don’t be absurd. That was given to us by Mr. Wakiyama two years ago, thinking it would be for your friend. I may have forgotten the breed, but it’s a dog with a proper pedigree. If Papa would groom him a bit more, even his coat wouldn’t lose to any dog in this area.”

Koukichi: “Mama, if that’s the case... Is it true Papa can’t do anything besides English?”

Futami: “If he’s an English teacher, isn’t it enough that he knows just English? It’s better to excel splendidly at one thing than to manage various matters bit by bit. Who on earth says such things?”

Koukichi: “It was Ken-chan who called me a failure.”

Futami: “Who was it that called Pesu a stray dog…?”

Koukichi: “That was... the little boy...”

Futami: “And I told you not to say things like ‘little boy’ again.”
“Mr. Tsuruo.”
“Say ‘Mr. Tsuruo’.”
“And then, who was it that said something about Papa...?”

Koukichi: “I forgot...”
(He drove the tricycle, trying to go out to play again.)

Futami: “Dinner is ready, so come home now.”
“You don’t have to play with children who say unnecessary things.”

In the neighborhood, it seemed someone had started practicing the piano again.
The monotonous scales were being repeated annoyingly.

Futami (heading toward the Western-style house): “Papa, I’ll have dinner ready in ten minutes, so please take a break now.”
“Koukichi has come home.”

Before long, the master, Nenkichi, appeared in the tatami room.

Nenkichi (grinning slyly and reciting under his breath)

“O miserable of happy! Is this the end
Of this new glorious World, and me so late
The glory of that glory?……”

(Noticing Koukichi, who was engrossed in riding his tricycle) “Koukichi, how are you doing?
Earlier, in front of the barbershop—that child who tried to throw a stone at you—do you know where he’s from and what his name is?
You were calmly performing stunts on the tricycle.”
Because he hadn’t noticed Papa passing by, Papa had come along without a word.
Moreover, being spoken to by the old man in front of his friends had been awkward for him.

A long silence.

Koukichi had exercised enough for now; he ought to come rest awhile.
Come over here and catch your breath.
Then why not look at the fresh green leaves with Papa?

The aroma wafting from the kitchen was unmistakably Mama’s signature bamboo shoot chop suey.
He just hoped it wouldn’t burn like last time…

At this moment, a woman entered through the gate.
Outside the entrance, she searched for the doorbell button but could not find it, so she called out, “Excuse me.”

Koukichi (stopping his tricycle and facing his father): “It’s Tame from the young master’s place.”

Nenkichi: “May I help you?”

Koukichi rushed from the veranda into the interior.

Tame: “Excuse me, sir. I am from the Kuromayashi household over there. I was wondering if I might trouble Madam for a moment…”

Nenkichi: "My wife is preparing dinner now, but I don't think I can help you."

Tame: "No, actually, I came about your dog Pesu..."

Nenkichi: "About Pesu?"

Futami came out from the interior to the entrance.
Nenkichi remained standing on the veranda, listening to the women's conversation.

Futami: “My apologies for the delay. You’re the Kuromayashis’ maid, aren’t you? And your business is…?”

Tame: “Yes, well—this is rather difficult to bring up—but your Pesu has taken one of our master’s shoes today by biting it. Though it was entirely due to my own carelessness, I wondered if perhaps it might have been brought here…”

Futami: “Well, well—that is quite an outrageous thing he has done. We haven’t seen him at all since this morning—but what kind of shoe might it be?”

Tame: “It’s a red leather shoe with, um, this bumpy pattern—the lace-up that Master wears most often…”

Futami: “Well then, I’ll be sure to keep watch.”
“How truly troublesome this must have been.”
“I hadn’t the slightest notion he’d play such pranks…”
“Still, I’m grateful you came to tell us.”
“As there will be future considerations.”
“In any event, I shall call formally regardless—but please convey my regards to Madam.”

Tame: “Well then…”
“Please excuse me.”

Futami: “Thank you.”
“I appreciate your efforts. Oh, and I’ve heard Koukichi keeps troubling you with his visits.”

Tame: “No…”

After the Kuromayashis’ maid left, Futami came to the parlor and looked at Nenkichi’s face.

Futami: “Did you hear that?”

Nenkichi: “Ah, I heard.”

Futami: “What should we do?”

Nenkichi: “That’s what I’m thinking about right now.
Even a dog wouldn’t go so far as to eat one shoe.
As for where he took it—well, tracking it down will be a bit tricky.
Not that he’s such a loyal dog he’d fetch replacements for my worn-out shoes.”

Futami: “Even if we offer compensation, they won’t accept it graciously.”

Nenkichi: “Given their five-thousand-yen house, the shoes he wears likely aren’t worth eighteen yen anyway.”
“Let’s search the neighborhood instead.”
“If it’s truly missing, we’ll settle matters then.”
“Koukichi—you’re coming too.”

He thrust his feet into geta and stepped outside.
Koukichi scurried after him.

Futami also descended into the garden, peering under the veranda, inside the doghouse, and between the shrubs, then circled around to the back with those same steps.

A chicken crowed somewhere.

Futami circled all the way around the house and came out to the gate just as the liquor store’s delivery person passed by out front.

“Excuse me, Mr. Sanyo—have you seen our dog anywhere?”

Sanyo: “Well, today…”
“Ah, this morning, I saw him chasing chickens somewhere.”
“It was near the kindergarten, I believe…”
“Has he gone missing?”

Futami: “At that time, didn’t he have the shoe in his mouth?”

Sanyo: “The shoe?”
“Well, he didn’t seem to have it in his mouth.”

Futami: “I see, thank you.”
“If you find one shoe dropped while walking around like that, please pick it up and bring it here.”
“I’ll give you something for your trouble—”
“It’s red leather—um—with a bumpy pattern, quite a high-quality lace-up...”
“But even if it’s a little different, that’s fine.”

Sanyo: “Is it your husband’s?”

Futami: “It’s a man’s shoe.”
“Just bring any shoes you find lying around here to show me once, no matter what they are.”

“Understood.”
“Thank you as always…”

After the delivery person had left, Oogushi Ha'e happened to pass by next, holding cut flowers in her hand.
Neither quite acquaintances nor strangers, they exchanged a slight nod and made to pass each other by.

Futami: (clinging) Pardon my interruption—might you be the flower arrangement teacher there?

Ha'e: That I am.
"I am Oogushi Ha'e."

Futami: I am Imasato’s wife.
"Though I’ve seen you so often, I still haven’t greeted you properly…"
"Your daughter is truly adorable…"

Ha'e: Not at all—it’s your son who seems such a well-behaved, clever boy...

Futami: "I expect we'll be troubling you rather often."
"And it's not just the children—I'm certain our dog will make a mess of your garden too."

Ha'e: "How needlessly concerned you are..."
"Do come visit for tea sometime, Madam."
"Living alone makes one rather lonely..."
(displaying the flowers) "If I didn't busy myself with such small diversions, the days would stretch on endlessly..."

“That would be most kind,” Futami replied. Fidgeting slightly, she continued: “Um... This is rather sudden, but if by chance there happens to be an old shoe—one of a pair—lying around your backyard... Since our dog may have taken it... Could you let me know?” She clasped her hands nervously. “I do apologize for the trouble...”

“My, that must be quite troubling for you, Madam. I shall look into it immediately. Truly, no matter how well-trained they may be, dogs are still dogs, you see.”

“Oh no, he’s practically a stray already—what can one do…”

“Well then, as I have someone waiting, I must take my leave…”

“I’m terribly sorry for stopping you like this…”

Both people exchanged polite bows.
Futami watched her leave for a while, then went back into the house.
She began preparing the meal.

At that moment, Matsuno (Katakura Shūzō’s wife), holding the hand of a girl about six years old, stood at the entrance of this house.

Matsuno: Pardon the intrusion.

Futami: Yes.

Futami went to the entrance.

Futami: “Please open it.”

Matsuno opened the entrance door but did not step inside.
(With a curt greeting) "I live near the kindergarten over there. Today, your dog chased around our chicken and bit it to death."
"It didn't die immediately, but just now it finally passed away."
"We don't keep chickens to lay eggs like other households do."
"We tried keeping a few as playmates for her, but since your dog chases them every single day, they make such a fuss each time."
"Today, when I saw it flailing about with its feathers bitten, didn't this one cling to me and wail like she'd gone mad?"
"You might think it sufficient to keep them in the coop, but then the child wouldn't feel they're playing together."
"The chickens themselves have grown quite attached to her—they even eat feed from her hand now..."

At this moment, Imasato Nenkichi entered the gate, carrying Koukichi on his back.
He noticed the voices at the entrance and stopped.

Matsuno (noticing Nenkichi, gave a slight bow while continuing to speak): "In any case, this isn't some chicken you can just replace by buying another—truly, I'm at my wit's end about it."

Nenkichi: “Is your chicken missing?”

Matsuno: (bluntly) “It’s not that we can’t see it. In fact, it was indeed bitten to death by your dog.”

Nenkichi: “That’s... that’s...”

Matsuno: “The reason I’ve come here like this isn’t to demand compensation or anything of that nature.”
“What’s done cannot be undone.”
“Only that from now on, I would ask you to keep the dog chained.”
“If you don’t at least secure him during daylight hours, we cannot let our chickens roam freely in the yard.”
“If mere egg-laying were our concern, we could keep them cooped… but as I explained earlier…”

Nenkichi: “Understood. I sincerely apologize. We will keep the dog chained. We intend not to cause any further trouble from now on. And what should we do about the dead chicken?”

Matsuno: “As for that matter, there’s no need for you to trouble yourselves any further. I intend to erect a grave of sorts in the corner of the garden and hold a lasting memorial for it, so…”

Nenkichi: “That may suffice for you—but for me, it simply won’t do. Killing the dog in its place wouldn’t resolve anything, and if compensation can’t be settled with money, what in the world should we do? Are you suggesting we punish the dog since it’s at fault?”

Matsuno: “No—rather than the dog, it would suffice if your household were to exercise proper care.”

Nenkichi: “I see—I shall gratefully accept your advice.”

Futami: “But... in that case, should we make it a point to buy a replacement chicken for you? I’m truly at my wit’s end with that dog.”

Matsuno: “I shouldn’t speak out of turn, but every household around here that keeps chickens is troubled by your dog.”
“It’s not just my home alone, you know.”
“They might not complain each and every time, but even your next-door neighbors, the Obatas—one of their precious Chabo chickens disappeared without a trace, I hear.”
“They said it was likely your dog’s doing.”

Futami: "When did that happen...?"

Matsuno: "Just recently, I should say."
"If you would only step outside and look, you'd understand."
"Does your household truly not know that dog chases everyone's chickens day after day...?"

Futami: "I hadn't the slightest idea."
"Really, if we hadn't learned of this today, we might have gone on troubling everyone indefinitely."
(Turning to her husband) "Wasn't Pesu around there?"

“He isn’t here,” said Nenkichi. “The shoe isn’t here either. Koukichi’s gone and fallen asleep.” Turning to Matsuno, he added, “We’ll chain the dog securely once he returns.”

Futami interjected, “Pardon my rudeness, but who might you be?”

“There’s no need for names,” Matsuno replied. “In that case, I’ll rely on your cooperation going forward.”

“Understood,” Futami said with a bow. “I shall certainly come pay my respects properly.” She retreated stiffly. “I must take my leave now.”

After Matsuno left, Nenkichi silently ascended from the entranceway.

Nenkichi: (appearing in the tatami room) Come now—lay him down.

Futami: (laying Koukichi on the zabuton) "What a nuisance for him to fall asleep at this hour."

Nenkichi: “He must’ve been utterly exhausted.”
“And he went around searching every house in the neighborhood.”
He checked every vacant lot there was.
By the way, shoes weren’t exactly lying around in great numbers.
However, there were quite a number of unexpected things left discarded.

Futami (finishing covering the child with a quilt): “The shoes are one thing, but what should we do about this current matter?”

Nenkichi: “We’ve no choice but to do as they say.”
“Where did I put that chain…?”

“Is this really a dog worth going to such lengths to keep?”
“It’s just that Mr. Wakiyama made such a show of boasting about them—when we had a child, I thoughtlessly said we’d take one of his puppies.”
“At first Koukichi was thrilled too, but these days he won’t even look his way.”
“Maybe it’s because we don’t tend to him properly, but his coat’s matted beyond belief, he’s crawling with fleas, and when it comes to cowardice—why, the moment he spots another dog, he drops his tail for every mongrel on the street and strikes a surrendering pose!”
“Taking him out for walks mortifies me to no end.”

Nenkichi: “You go on criticizing Pesu with such prideful airs—so who was it that stubbornly opposed me when I suggested handing him over to the police? Even when I conceded and proposed having a veterinarian inject him with morphine, you stood blocking my path while vehemently arguing how Pesu deters burglars!”

Futami: “Therefore—if someone would take him off our hands—I’d do it right away.”

Nenkichi: “So—that dog of ours?”
“A mutt that instantly strikes surrender poses?”

Futami: “That’s a matter of training—it can be managed any which way.”
“Depends entirely on the master.”

Nenkichi: “Alright then—let’s grant that my training methods were indecisive.”
“In that case, couldn’t we at least make his appearance more presentable?”
“True enough—the brute has his amusing points.”
“But this isn’t something you understand until you’ve kept one.”
“It’s not as if I’ve grown so thoroughly sick of the beast that I want him dead.”
“Only that if this is how we’re keeping him, better not keep him at all.”
“Though I must confess—the notion of passing him along never struck me.”
“Ah—he’s back!”
“Pesu!”
“Pesu!”
(He abruptly stood up, stepped onto the engawa to call the dog, then slipped into his geta and went through the garden after him.) “Pesu!”
“Come here.”
(At length seizing the dog by its collar and dragging it before the kennel) “Now Pesu!”
“Must you find no better amusement?”
“If shoes fascinate you so—haven’t I shoes enough here?”
“Rather than chasing others’ chickens—why not cultivate a lady friend?”

Futami: (sitting at the low dining table) “As if he could do something that clever!”

Nenkichi: “Hey, check the kitchen shelf. The chain should be there.”

Futami: “He doesn’t go anywhere at night.”

Nenkichi: “No—he won’t wait till morning to get scolded. Just bring whatever’s there.”

Futami (bringing the chain from the kitchen): “Wash your hands properly afterward.”

Nenkichi: “Poor thing—you’ll have to bear it. Something better might come your way eventually.”

He finished chaining the dog and turned to the meal tray.
He picked up the chopsticks.

At that moment, Momose Kikotsu appeared at the entrance, carrying a half-dead hen under his arm.

Kikotsu: “Excuse me!”
“Is anyone home?”

Futami went to answer the door.

Futami: "Please feel free to open it."

Kikotsu (opening the entrance door): “I am Momose, residing just nearby. In truth, I’ve come to trouble you with a matter.”

Futami: “Oh my, please do come in.”

Momose: “No, here is fine.
“Since losing my position last year, I sent my wife and children back to our hometown and am currently renting that house over there on my own. Having ample free time—and wanting to avoid buying breakfast eggs—I’ve been keeping three Cochins or so.”

Futami: Oh, I see.

Kikotsu: Well, I've been managing little by little, but unfortunately, my neighbor happens to be the landlady. There's a flower arrangement teacher named Oogushi Ha'e. Having accumulated six months' worth of unpaid rent, being forced to face her daily isn't exactly agreeable. At present, I find myself being discreetly instructed to vacate the premises... Now, regarding that matter—it's nothing significant—but concerning this chicken here that's been bitten by your dog and left gasping like this. Should it happen to perish, I would humbly request you purchase it. Rest assured, I'll provide thorough care. If it recovers fully, there'll be no complaint. And regarding your dog—if you've no objection, I'll train him to stop chasing chickens. It's really no trouble at all. Simply let him play with the chickens. I'll stay right by his side, you see. Discipline him through scolding as we go. After all, I've ample time to idle about...

“Is that so?”
(Turning toward the interior) “Papa…”

Nenkichi, who had set down his chopsticks earlier to listen to the conversation at the entrance, now stood up and went out.

Nenkichi: “Oh, I’m Imasato. I’ve heard your account. Regarding the chickens, I’ve taken note. As for the dog, we’ll take you up on your kind offer and have you handle it accordingly.”

Futami: “Well, if you would truly handle it that way…”

Nenkichi: “But that chicken seems quite weakened already.
It’s beyond recovery, wouldn’t you say?”

Kikotsu: “Ah, I’ll do my utmost to nurse it back.
If we can settle this without troubling you further, that would be most preferable…”

Nenkichi: “No—well…”

Futami: “If money could settle this, we wouldn’t object… Papa,” she turned to her husband, “since he’s being so generous with his offer, why don’t we simply give Pesu to him instead?” Addressing Kikotsu directly: “Do you care for dogs?”

Kikotsu (feigning deafness): “From what I overheard earlier, that beast has been terrorizing the neighborhood.” His voice dripped with mock concern. “Your family’s standing has suffered terribly thanks to that mongrel.” A derisive laugh escaped him. “Ha ha ha! Well then—regardless of formalities—I’ll relieve you of the creature immediately. Is he here now?”

Nenkichi: "He is here, but since he hasn't had his dinner yet, I'll bring him over later."

Kikotsu: "In that case, I'll take custody of his dinner as well."
"Leftover miso soup or fish bones will suffice."
"You do have a container available?"

“But it’s too soiled…”
“Wouldn’t just wiping the outside suffice?”

The two of them began to worry, respectively, about Pesu’s dinner and the container.

Before long, Nenkichi dragged the dog along.
Futami brought over an old washbasin containing something or other.

Futami: “Would this be suitable?”
“I’m afraid we have nothing proper to offer.”

Nenkichi: “True enough.”
“What’s this? Don’t we have anything heartier?”

Kikotsu (receiving the dog and its meal): “Not at all—I don’t mind. It’s not like I’ll be eating it.”

He walked out through the gate just as he was, with leisurely steps.

Act II

Same scene as before.

The next morning.

Imasato Nenkichi was preparing to go out in the tatami room.
Futami, at his side, was smoothing out his necktie’s wrinkles.
Koukichi, now changed into Western clothes, was riding around the garden on a tricycle.

Futami: “I don’t want you getting mud on it again.”

Koukichi: “Papa, you’re going by car, right?”

Nenkichi: “Don’t talk nonsense.
If it’s not urgent business, one doesn’t take a car.”

Koukichi: “If we don’t hurry, we won’t see where the lion eats the beef!”

Futami: “If we’re going to Ueno, even the train would take the same time. Come over here instead. I’ll wipe your nose for you...”

Koukichi: “This is boring. You keep going on about economizing, then say things like that.”

Futami: “What’s this ‘economizing’ nonsense? That’s right—economizing. Economizing is a good thing.”

Koukichi: “If it’s good, you should’ve said so from the start!”

Nenkichi: “This kid’s quite something! Now, about the clasp purse...?”

At this moment, Momose Kikotsu appeared from the front entrance, dangling a dead hen in one hand.
He peered into the tatami room and stomped into the garden.

Kikotsu: “Pardon my intrusion here.”
“Well, I’ve had to concede after all.”
“I tried every possible means, but it was futile.”
“In that case, even if it’s troublesome, please purchase this for one yen and fifty sen.”

Futami: “But receiving it in this condition would be meaningless, so please settle that matter as you see fit…”
“Now, Papa, you can simply take the money separately if necessary.”

Nenkichi: "Of course that's how it is."

Kikotsu: Ah, no—that simply won’t do.
“Even as it is, if properly processed, this could fetch some amount.”
"However, I thought I would buy a replacement chicken."

Nenkichi: Therefore, if you would be so kind, please help yourself to that meat.

Futami: That's quite true.
“We cannot possibly accept a chicken that our own dog killed here.”

Kikotsu: “Is that so.”
“Very well—there’s nothing more to be done.”
“But under these circumstances, accepting payment becomes rather awkward.”

Nenkichi: “No, no—that’s an entirely separate matter.”
“Then please... take this... one yen and fifty sen...”

“This is troublesome,” said Kikotsu. “Fundamentally, these are issues that could be entirely avoided if everyone simply exercised a modicum of consideration toward one another. Were I to accept this money and consume the meat of this deceased chicken, it isn’t I who would suffer the loss—no, the detriment would fall squarely upon yourselves. Henceforth, it’s not beyond reason to imagine others storming your residence bearing their own expired poultry under similar pretenses.”

He chuckled dryly. “A jest, of course—though your Pesu currently amuses himself by harassing my hens. At this very moment, he retreats backward across the yard after having his snout soundly pecked.”

Kikotsu tilted his head mockingly. “Charming creature.”

“I myself relocate thrice yearly,” he continued, “yet no matter where I settle, neighbors persist in their insufferable meddling—a sentiment doubtlessly shared by those across the way. These tensions inevitably surface through myriad trivial grievances.”

Puffing his chest with performative gravity, he declared, “I stand as the withered husk of a newspaperman—one who maintains an exceptional preoccupation with societal harmony. Naturally, my solitary efforts prove insufficient.” His tone shifted conspiratorially. “Last night, however, I conceived a solution.”

“Suppose this district comprises twenty households,” he proposed, pacing theatrically. “Each maintains distinct customs—an acceptable state of affairs were it not for their utter disregard for communal welfare.” His voice sharpened. “This negligence constitutes an error of principle—one compounded by canine-related nuisances.”

Leaning forward, he concluded with false magnanimity: “Should residents promptly alert dog owners upon witnessing poultry harassment—rather than nursing private resentments—conflicts could be neatly contained between two parties alone.”

“Even if trouble arises, it would be settled between just two households.”
“People grumbling complaints behind others’ backs—if it were just about the dog’s mischief, that would be one thing—but they go around spreading personal attacks against the owner here and there.”
“This is outrageous.”
“That’s precisely why.”
“Here’s what I propose: if we openly hold a meeting where everyone voices their grievances and demands—improving what must be improved, seeking understanding for special circumstances through their particular contexts—then might we not all live brighter, freer lives hereafter?”
“How about it—do you have any objections?”

Nenkichi: “If the results are good, that’s fine, but…”

Futami: “But wouldn’t that only make things awkward for everyone, I wonder…”

Kikotsu: “It’s fine. In exchange, you must abandon vanity and egoism. Leave it to me. I will now make the rounds and gather opinions. Even when hearing the same neighborhood gossip—like how that husband over there was the wife’s English teacher back in her schoolgirl days, and how he’d been suspicious since his teaching days…” (Nenkichi and Futami inadvertently exchange glances) “And while the husband himself is gruff, the wife—where does she get her airs? She never bows first when meeting others. When their children come here to play, she at least gives them what look like proper treats, but when our children go over there, all she serves are stale rice crackers…”

Futami: “Oh my，such…”
“It was only once.”
“That’s going too far.”

Kikotsu: “Such rumors are truly unpleasant to hear.”

Futami: “If you’re going to say such things, then I’ll speak my mind too. Feeding Okachin’s New Year fried treats to a child whose teeth haven’t even properly set yet—I wonder which household would do that?”
“In that case, there’s still room for improvement.”
“Taking advantage of a child who’s developmentally delayed and acts younger than their years to pry into other families’ meal plans down to the last detail—I wonder which wife would do such a thing?”

“That’s enough, Mother. There’s no point saying such things here.”
“Well then, I’ll just step out for a moment...”
“We’ll discuss this properly some other time...”

Kikotsu: “Are you going out?”
“Today is Sunday—you’re off work, aren’t you?”
“Well then, I won’t take up any more of your time.”
“I’ll go settle the matter shortly.”

“But…”

Kikotsu: “Ah, it’s nothing at all.”
“I’ll be right back.”

He snatched up the one yen and fifty sen left there and hurriedly departed.

Futami: (Slumps down) “I’m just… so fed up with everything.”
(Weeps.)

Nenkichi: (Not seeing Koukichi) “Hey Koukichi! Don’t wander off too far.”
“This’ll all be settled soon enough.”
“And listen, Mama—at least you need to keep yourself together.”
“Koukichi’s being left behind by his own age, Pesu won’t settle for what we have at home, and on top of it all, you go spouting off every last thing I wanted kept quiet—I’ve got no footing left at all.”
“Koukichi!”
“That’s dangerous—quit that nonsense…”
(As Koukichi botches a tricycle trick in the garden corner) “But Mama, we should’ve just kept enjoying our life as a pair like before.”
(A piano étude floats through the air) “From here on out, that won’t cut it anymore.”
“Our dealings with the world keep getting more tangled.”
“No need to fuss over every little thing around us—but we’ve got to make proper preparations ourselves.”

Futami: “I am well aware of that.”

Nenkichi: “If you understand, then that’s fine.”
Tears were dripping from her nose.

Futami: “It is fine.”
(Making no move to wipe them)

Nenkichi (sitting on the veranda): “I do hope the neighbor’s young lady becomes skilled at the piano soon.”
“Hey now, Koukichi—forcing yourself like that won’t do any good.”
“Instead of that, come here.”
“Papa will test you again.”

Koukichi reluctantly went to his father’s side.

Nenkichi restrained Koukichi’s shoulders with both hands: “Koukichi, what’s your papa’s name?”

“Imasato Nenkichi.”

“And Mama?”

“Imasato Futami.”

“Papa’s occupation?”

“Business?”

“Business, you see, is all about figuring out how to make money.”

“I get it from Mama.”

“I see. Where does Mama’s money come from?”

Koukichi: They put it in a bag and Papa brings it.
Nenkichi: Where does Papa get the money that goes into that bag?
Koukichi: I don’t know.
Nenkichi: That’s because Papa teaches English at school every day and gets paid for it.
Koukichi: Do you get it every day?

Nenkichi: "Hmm, I receive it every month."
"As for how much I receive..."

Futami: "Stop that—teaching him such things."

Nenkichi: "Why?"
"It's better to teach him these things."

Futami: "Won't the neighbors make a fuss again?"

Nenkichi: "What's all this 'fuss'?"
"As for how much I receive..."

Futami: "I said stop it..."
"If you're going to teach the child such things, then I won't stay in this house."

Nenkichi: “Are we moving again?”

Futami: “That’s not what I meant.”
“I’ll leave on my own.”

“Ah, I see,” said Nenkichi. “Well then, that’s fine. Listen, Koukichi—since Mama says so, I won’t tell you the amount, but Papa is certainly not a wealthy man. When you grow up, you’ll have to work and earn your own meals. You’ll even have to buy your own kimono.”

“Do I have to buy the cod liver oil drops myself too?”

Nenkichi: “That’s right. So then, when you grow up, what will you become?”

Koukichi: “The other day, the aunt from Kei-chan’s place asked me the same thing.”

Nenkichi: “What did you answer?”

Koukichi: “I stayed quiet. Then Kei-chan, who was right there, said ‘You’ll probably end up a junk dealer.’”

“Why?”

“Because every time a junk dealer passes by, Mama calls out ‘Junk Dealer!’”
“Everyone knows that.”

“You see, Kou-chan, in our house we use all sorts of bottled preserves.”
“That’s why empty bottles pile up so quickly.”
“And then Papa gets several foreign newspapers…”

“Yeah, so it’s fine.”

“What a pair of children you both are.”

“When they said you’d become a junk dealer—did that make you feel ashamed?”

Koukichi: “I’m used to it, so it doesn’t bother me.”

Nenkichi: “Did it irritate you at first?”

Koukichi: “But really—what will I become?”

Nenkichi: “You’ll become whatever you want.”
“There’s nothing wrong with being a junk dealer.”
“No—it’s not just acceptable, it’s vital!”
“As Mama said earlier, look how empty bottles and old newspapers pile up.”
“Every household struggles with disposal.”
“When dust-covered bottles line the kitchen corners, or moth-eaten newspapers cram the closet—firstly, it’s unhygienic.”
“Secondly, it clutters the house.”
“Thirdly, it’s wasteful.”
“But bottles and papers become useful elsewhere.”
“Without junk dealers, we’d be helpless.”
“Junk dealers aren’t beggars.”
“They pay proper money to buy those things.”
“So you see, junk dealers perform four essential services.”
“First...”

Futami (laughing): “Kou-chan, don’t listen to what Papa’s saying. Come over here. Mama will tell you a nice story.”

Koukichi: “Aren’t we going to see the zoo?”

Futami: “After Papa finishes his business… Until then, go on upstairs. Where did you take off your hat?”

Nenkichi (producing Koukichi’s hat from his hand): “He took it off here.”
I’ve given up on drilling academics into this one.
That’s why—before he starts resisting school or anything like that—I intend to have him receive practical vocational education.
To that end, we must not foster a climate that respects academic pursuits from this point onward.
Furthermore, I believe we must not allow the so-called dreams of worldly success to take root.
You too must keep that resolve.

Futami: “As things are, how could anyone possibly know what will happen next?” (embraced Koukichi protectively as he leaned against her)

At that moment, the postal worker arrived.

Postal Worker: “Mr. Imasato, this is collect-on-delivery mail.”

Nenkichi: “Here – hand it over.”

Postal Worker (entered the garden)

Nenkichi: “He came to collect the alumni association fee.”

Futami: “Where do we pay?”

Nenkichi: “It’s your share.”

Futami: “Please come the day after tomorrow.”

Postal Worker: “The day after tomorrow, you say? Wasn’t that what you told me the day before yesterday? This is already the second time, you know. Very well. Let me return it for you.”

Futami: “Wait a moment... So it was you who came before, wasn’t it? Well then, Papa, please take out three yen from there.”

Nenkichi (puzzled): “From here…? From my share?” “Alright, here we go.” “Here’s three yen…”

The postal worker left.

Nenkichi: Four yen and eighty sen minus four yen and fifty sen leaves thirty sen….
Thirty sen—can’t even ride the train.

Futami: "Koukichi has just fallen asleep."

Nenkichi: "He’s fallen asleep again?"
"I’ve grown tired of waiting."
"(Pause.) Go next door and apologize."

Futami: "But just because the chickens are gone doesn’t mean it’s Pesu’s fault."
"There are cats and other things around, you know."

Nenkichi: "They think it’s Pesu’s fault, so go apologize."

"I refuse."
"Even the neighbor’s dog had something like that happen before."
"We’re keeping quiet about that."

“But do you at least remember?”

Koukichi (murmuring): “Papa...is the zoo still far?”

Nenkichi: “No, no—it’s just ahead.
“Look, you can see the gate over there.
“Don’t you hear the elephant trumpeting?
“No need to wake up yet.”

Futami: “It’s true—the pelican’s squawking too.
“He’s smiling in his sleep.”

Nenkichi: “O!miserabie of happy!”

Koukichi mumbled indistinctly.

Nenkichi: “What’s he saying now?”

Futami: “Lion...he keeps saying ‘lion’...”

Nenkichi: “Right—the lion!
“See how it devours red meat?
“Warning signs say ‘Beware spray—this lion marks its territory.’
How absurd.”
The tragedy of mighty beasts caged.
Yet this very creature once ripped open zebra bellies across African sands.
Papa recalled that French verse about lion versus tiger—
naturally, the lion prevailed.
The poem told of rivers running crimson with tiger’s blood.

“Koukichi，do you know about that brave explorer who stopped a huge lion with just one pistol?”
“This explorer suddenly came upon a lion in the forest—big as a tatami mat.”
“No time to get his gun off his shoulder.”
“There’s the lion，mouth gaping wide，closing in five-six steps away.”
“Just when he finally gets his hand into his pocket—the lion kicks up its hind legs and leaps!”
“The explorer’s hand goes right into its mouth.”
“GWAH!”

A boy entered the garden.

“Koukichi is asleep now.”

“I didn’t come here to play.”
“I brought a letter.”

“What kind of letter…?”

Boy: “The man over there asked me to.”

Nenkichi (receiving the letter and opening it): “A circular, eh?”
“What’s this now...”
(reading aloud)

“1. Desiring to host an evening meeting for the purpose of neighborhood harmony and goodwill, we earnestly hope for your vigorous attendance.”

“1. The meeting will be held today at 7 PM.”

1. Location: The garden of Mr. Imasato Nenkichi at 802 Banchi.
1. No fee.

Organizers: Momose Kikotsu, Tago Nuehito

“What... what is this?”

Nenkichi: "That’s just how these things are."
So... the garden of Mr. Imasato Nenkichi at 802 Banchi...
This must be about the garden.

Act III

Same scene.

Evening.

Imasato Nenkichi paced back and forth on the engawa.
Futami faced the mirror and applied makeup.
Koukichi wore a helmet folded from paper, thrust a duster into his obi, and scratched his mosquito-bitten leg.

Then, a man came to the gatefront and stopped.
He peered inside.
It was Army Infantry Captain Shimanuki.
There, yet another person arrived.
It was Katakura Shūzō, a credit investigator.
They conversed in hushed tones about something.
They looked as though they were at a loss.
Then, this time, three student-like men arrived in a group.
They were Kosui, a member of Heiwa University’s baseball team, and his companions.
Imasato Nenkichi stood at the edge of the engawa like a guardian deity statue, glaring fiercely beyond the gate as if contemplating the fate of a lone fortress besieged by ever-growing enemy forces.
Soon, one more person arrived, followed by two or three others.
Nenkichi began to breathe heavily through his shoulders.

Nenkichi: “Hey Mama, take Koukichi and go shopping now while you can.”

Futami (noticing her husband’s unusual state, stepped out onto the engawa and looked outside.)
She belatedly showed shock.
“No, I’m staying home too.
I can’t just abandon you to die alone.
Even as a woman, I’ll fight to the bitter end.”

“Lend me the knife! The knife...”
“You must’ve left the knife at school.”
“Then fire tongs will do.”
“Lend me the long one.”

But it was already too late.

Led by the bald recluse Tago Nuehito, the crowd outside the gate filed into the garden.

Nenkichi involuntarily took four or five steps back.
Futami and Koukichi were driven to the corner of the tatami room.

Tago: “Since it seems most everyone has gathered, shall we…?”
“Shall we begin from our side?”

Nenkichi (silently braces himself)

Tago: “I am Tago from across the way. I must apologize for my prolonged absence. Today brings most regrettable trouble... Now everyone—given our numbers, an open-air arrangement would indeed be preferable. As I am elderly, you must excuse me.” Having said that, he sat down alone on the engawa.

Shimanuki: “This being rather sudden, I must confess I’m not fully clear on our purpose... Ah—I should mention I serve at the General Staff Office, in that capacity.” He presented his business card.

Nenkichi accepted the business card without lowering his guard.

Kosui: “I don’t carry cards, but I go by Kosui from Heiwa University’s baseball training lodge over there. This here’s Kumaso, that one’s Yamori. No use telling their real names anyway.”

Katakura Shūzō: “I am Katakura, residing near the kindergarten—my wife should have visited you yesterday. As I was urged to attend today’s gathering despite expecting guests shortly, I’ve stepped out briefly under the circumstances… Where might your dog have gone?” He searched around the doghouse.

One after another, people kept coming through the gate.
Finally, Momose Kikotsu appeared alongside Oogushi Ha'e.

Momose Kikotsu: “The mistress was supposed to come out.
Now then, please...
You mustn’t stand on ceremony.
Well now, everyone—my apologies for the delay.
Of twenty-three households, seven had prior engagements and are absent today, while sixteen have graciously assembled.
A most encouraging attendance.
Some households even sent up to three representatives.
As convenor, I offer my profound gratitude.
Now then, allow me to reiterate this gathering’s purpose.”
(Clearing his throat) “First, regarding our motivation—in truth, this concerns Pesu, beloved dog of our host family the Imasatos who has today provided our venue. Through an unfortunate lapse, he has developed a habit of pursuing local chickens.
This phenomenon is commonly observed in hunting dogs—nay, even non-hunting dogs during their adolescence—that vigorous youth when they harbor strong urges to toy with living creatures.
Thus he chased chickens.
Once begun, such chasing proves engrossing.
In his frenzy, he sinks teeth into them.
This incidentally finds parallels even among humans and should not be harshly censured.
However, when bitten chickens consequently perish, complications arise.
Regrettably, Pesu has precipitated precisely such complications.
Madam—a glass of water, if you please.”

Futami reluctantly drew water into a glass and offered it.
It was already pitch dark outside.
Gradually people began settling onto the veranda.

Momose Kikotsu: “Much obliged.”
“Well... uh... Pesu has repeatedly caused this type of problem.”
“When chickens raised with particular care get mercilessly killed by the dog—that’s naturally distressing for their keepers—and having to compensate for each one becomes unbearable for its owner too.”
“That’s our mutual concern.”
“Everyone must exercise due caution.”
“There’s no shortage of available methods.”

“Excuse me—we’re in the middle of discussion—but regarding this chicken matter…”

Momose Kikotsu: “Wait—questions will be permitted later.”
“Now then, while this particular issue can be resolved through monetary means, there exist numerous problems that defy such simple solutions.”

Katakura: “Well actually, in our case…”

Momose Kikotsu: “Silence!”
“There are countless issues that cannot be settled so easily.”
“Neighbors frequently find themselves causing each other unintended nuisances—grievances that go unvoiced yet fester through private grumblings.”
“This constitutes a truly dreadful state of affairs.”
“Baseless rumors take root, unfair reputations solidify—through jealousy and mutual hostility, this community becomes utterly uninhabitable.”
“Such conduct not only violates the restraint expected of civilized people, but threatens to drag our already troubled era into deeper darkness. Thus it is precisely for this reason that I—unworthy though I may be—have presumed to propose this Neighborhood Harmony Conference today, that we might resolve these matters through our collective strength and cultivated intellect.”

Some people applauded.

Nenkichi had, at some point, leaned against a veranda pillar and was listening intently to the discussion.

Momose Kikotsu: “Now then, regarding the scope of representatives attending this conference—this was limited by my own discretion to one district centered around the Imasato residence.”
“As you are well aware, this district was originally land reclaimed from rice paddies and is a recently built-up area—an isolated settlement, so to speak, akin to an oasis.”
“The majority of this land belongs to the Mugikura family, surrounded by that forest you see over there—an ancient, primeval forest of eternal verdure. Yet those who were once impoverished peasants now send their daughter to a women’s college and have a mistress run a mahjong club.”

Another round of applause broke out.
Nenkichi squatted down.

Momose Kikotsu: “If we were to enumerate our grievances, there would be no end.
First, let us dispose of the minor complaints.
How would it be if we appointed a chairperson to manage the proceedings...?”
(A voice called out: “Do it yourself!”) “Does anyone object?
If not, I shall assume the role.
Very well—since I cannot recall each of your names individually—let us proceed with self-introductions starting from that side, after which you may present items for discussion.”
(Stepping onto the veranda and facing Futami) “Madam—a desk, paper, and pencil, if you please.”

“Papa, what sort of paper should we use?”
Having said this, she carried her own desk out to the veranda.
Meanwhile, people packed tightly onto the veranda and settled themselves down.

“Might you have any leftover examination papers or such?”

Futami: “Not those. We have proper paper here.”
(She brings a bound notebook of ruled paper.)

Katakura: “Since I’m pressed for time, I’ll begin by stating my position first.”
“My name is Katakura.”
“I am one of the victims of the dog that Mr. Momose spoke of earlier.”
“Though I hesitate to bring this up in such a forum—when people speak of raising chickens in general terms, it somehow makes it sound as though we were doing it for profit—but in our case, we…”

“Please keep it brief,” said Momose Kikotsu. “Could you state your conclusion first?”

Shūzō: Yes.
“In conclusion—that is—I would like to request that everyone keep their dogs chained as much as possible. This isn’t just about chickens—when walking night roads there are instances where one might unexpectedly get barked at around corners—and furthermore...”

Kikotsu: So your proposal amounts to ‘All households must chain their dogs’?

Shūzō: “Yes.”
“However… particularly dogs that chase chickens…”
Momose Kikotsu: “Then shall we restrict this to chicken-chasing dogs?”
Shūzō: “What does everyone think?”
Voice: “I keep both chickens and dogs myself—but I absolutely oppose chaining dogs.”
“My sympathies to Mr. Imasato… but dangerous dogs caught red-handed should simply be disposed of.”

Momose Kikotsu: “You are Mr. Obata, correct?”

Obata: “That’s correct.”

Momose Kikotsu: “Now then, if those in favor of Mr. Obata’s proposal would be so kind…”

Futami: (Leaning forward) “Then allow me to have my say as well.”

“Hey there, Mother.”

Momose Kikotsu: “Do you have any opinions to share?”

Futami: “You may speak so casually about others’ dogs, but I doubt you’re aware that your own dog snatched away the flounder fillet I specially bought for tonight’s side dish when I wasn’t looking. Such dogs should also be kept chained. And as for you, Mr. Katakura or whoever you are…”

Momose Kikotsu: “Since there appear to be opposing views, I shall now conduct a vote here.”
“First, would those in favor of Mr. Obata’s opinion kindly raise their hands?”
“I can’t see clearly—please raise them properly.”
(Peering into the darkness) “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven...”
“Yes.”
“Now then, those supporting Mrs. Imasato’s proposal—that is to say, the opinion advocating that dogs which have absconded with fish fillets be included alongside those chasing chickens—...?”
(Looking around) “Mrs. Imasato—are you alone in this?”
“What opinions do the rest of you hold?”
(When no one answered) “Are you all declaring absolute opposition to chaining any dog whatsoever?”
(Someone called out “We disagree!”) “In that case, would those opposed please raise their hands?”
(All others raised their hands—Nenkichi among them.) “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight...”
“Yes.”
“Therefore both Mr. Obata’s proposal and Mrs. Imasato’s motion stand rejected.”
(Applause) “Next speaker?”

Shūzō: “I’m in a bit of a hurry—might I take my leave now?”

Momose Kikotsu: “That won’t do. Next, Mr. Tago…”

Mr. Tago: “As a mere retiree, I’ve no complaints toward the neighborhood whatsoever—but regarding that road branching here from the main thoroughfare… When it rains…”

Momose Kikotsu: “Wait a moment.
That matter should be taken up with the landlord or municipal office.
Now then, next is Mr. Kuromayashi…”

Kuromayashi: “Earlier, the dog issue was raised, but there is something I must bring to your attention, Mr. Chairman.
Initially, Mr. Katakura’s proposal stated that all pet dogs should be chained.
Chairman, why did you not first call for a vote on this proposal?
I consider this a grave procedural oversight.
Mrs. Imasato’s opinion should likely be incorporated into this matter as well—wouldn’t you agree?”

Momose Kikotsu: “Now then، those in favor of Mr. Kuromayashi’s proposal…?”
(Someone said، “Ah، whatever—I don’t care either way.”) He counted offhands raised in darkness.“One، two، three، four، five، six، seven…Theproposalisrejected.”
Kuromayashi observed people repeatedly raisingtheirhands.

Momose Kikotsu: “The proposal stands rejected.”
“Now then—next is Mr. Shimanuki…”

Shimanuki: “I’ve no particular complaints otherwise, but I’d ask that piano practice be restricted to set hours.”
“Ideally limited strictly to daytime.”
“While I’m at it—some dog left an old shoe from a pair in my trash heap some time back.”
“Seeing as its sole had been resoled five or six times over, I left it be—but you’d all do well to mind the footwear at your entryways.”
“That’s all from me.”

Futami: "That shoe—might it have been a red leather lace-up with a bumpy pattern?"

Shimanuki: "Those bumps were mostly obscured by mud—nearly invisible."

Futami: "Ah! Then it must belong to Mr. Kuromayashi's household."

Kuromayashi: "No—ours turned up already."

"Oh! What a relief."
"I'm truly relieved now."
(To Momose Kikotsu) "Then please..."
"Would it be acceptable if I didn't serve tea either?"

Momose Kikotsu: “Not at all—that’s perfectly acceptable.”
“Now then: ‘Piano practice shall be conducted at scheduled times.’”
“Those in genuine favor of this proposal…?”
(Eight people raised their hands—Futami among them, though Nenkichi kept his lowered.)
“We acknowledge a majority.”
“Let those with vested interests kindly implement this accordingly…”
“Next: Mr. Koshimizu.”

“Fertilizing the fields is fine, but this stench is unbearable.”
“Can’t you do something about that?”
“My place has fields both front and back—it’s driving me up the wall.”
“Hey, Kumaso…”

Kumaso: “You’d think it was some proper field, but there’s barely two and a half rows of greens…”

Momose Kikotsu: “Quiet! Now then, those in favor of using odorless fertilizer for the fields…?”
(Only Koshimizu and his two companions raised their hands.)

Koshimizu: “Is that all? Nothing but a bunch of nose-dead bastards gathered here!”

Momose Kikotsu: “Then let the stench seep into your place, why don’t you?”

Koshimizu: “What the hell?”
“Take back what you just said!”
“Not gonna take it back?”

Momose Kikotsu: “I retract my previous remark.”
“Next…”

Koshimizu: “There’s more! When we’re out practicing all day, those neighborhood brats break into our place and clean out every snack box we’ve got.”
“Parents! Control your damn kids!”

Tago: “You should lock your doors when leaving.”
“That’s just plain careless.”

Koshimizu: “Not like I’ve got anything worth stealing anyway.”

Tago: “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Baldy, shut up! Isn’t your damn grandson one of ’em too?”

Tago: “Unfortunately, my grandson resides in Hokkaido.”
“Snacking on sweets isn’t limited to children.”

Koshimizu: “You?”

Tago: “Now Chairman, perhaps you should proceed with the agenda?”

Momose Kikotsu: “The current motion was ‘Locking homes when left unattended,’ correct?”

Koshimizu: “That’s wrong!”

Momose Kikotsu: “Those in favor…?”
(No hands rise.) “Oh? No supporters?”

Tago: “Such matters shouldn’t require formal resolutions.”
“Only fools leave doors unlocked...”

Koshimizu: “What the hell!”
“Beat him!”

Corralling Tago as he tried to flee, the three baseball team members vied to throw punches.
The four-person mass of bodies, pushing and being pushed through the struggle, waited until they were driven outside the gate,

Momose Kikotsu: “As there are no guards present, we must regrettably leave the assembly hall’s management to follow its natural course.”
“Does this require a recess?”
“I recognize no need exists.”
“Now then, next... you... no—you there with the waist sash…”

Ryōzumi: I am Ryōzumi.
"Earlier we discussed dogs, but I must address my disturbances involving neighborhood chickens."
"They trespass into people’s gardens and root up flower sprouts."
"When ignored, they climb onto verandas to defecate."
"They approach studies and raise shrill cries."
"Chased away yet they swiftly return."
"This has brought me to neurasthenia."
"At night I dream of chickens pecking my belly."
"My wife’s face now resembles a hen’s."
(Voices of agreement)

Momose Kikotsu: “There’s still more.”

Ryōzumi: “I propose a motion to prohibit keeping chickens except by poultry shops.”

Koukichi had been sitting on Nenkichi’s lap since the earlier commotion, but around this time began gradually burying his head in his father’s chest and falling asleep.

Momose Kikotsu: “This will likely spark considerable debate.”

Obata: “Before burdening us with such an unreasonable proposal, why don’t you move to a town without chickens yourself?” (Voices of agreement)

Ryōzumi: A town without chickens... That is the town I have long been searching for.
(Someone shouts: "Go to Marunouchi then!") In places without chickens, germs proliferate.

Iwaki: Mr. Ryōzumi, I must say—when you keep mentioning “chickens, chickens,” you’re likely referring to my chickens. Well, I do find your points quite reasonable, so going forward, we’ll install something to prevent them from crossing the fence.
“However, I would like to take this opportunity to request that your household’s sewage is all flowing into my garden.”
“Regarding that, I would like to request that construction be carried out promptly.”
“It’s a simple matter if you just dig a trench…”

Fujimaki: “If I may interject from the sidelines, Mr. Iwaki—the drainage water from your place also seems to be flowing into my estate in much the same way. How do you explain this?”

Iwaki: “No, that can’t be possible.”
“My house has a proper soakaway-type drainage system.”
“However, since the runoff from Mr. Ryōzumi’s side was troublesome, I dug a ditch leading to yours.”
“Just that.”

Fujimaki: “Well, I’m not exactly grateful for that part.”

Momose Kikotsu (tapping the desk with the eraser end of his pencil): “In that case, how shall we address Mr. Ryōzumi’s earlier proposal? Shall we treat this as a matter between the Ryōzumi and Iwaki households, or hold a general vote?”
(One voice: “That’s unnecessary.”)
(Two voices: “Take a vote!”) “I deem that unnecessary.”
(Someone shouts: “Chairman’s biased!”) “Then we shall take a vote. Those in favor of prohibiting chicken-keeping…”
“One… two… three… four… (Futami was among them.) I declare this a minority.”
“Keeping chickens remains permissible.”

“Next, Mr. Kushiya…”

Fujimaki: “The sewage problem still hasn’t been resolved.”

Momose Kikotsu: “Regarding the principle that wastewater poured in from a neighbor should be contained at that household without being channeled to the next—what say you, gentlemen...?”

Ryōzumi: “Agreed.”

Momose Kikotsu: "Let's pick up the pace."
(Still looking down) "I declare the motion carries by majority."
"Next... Mr. Imasato—"

Imasato (finally regaining his composure, cradling Koukichi and settling him onto the futon): "I must insist we refrain from holding these meetings on Sundays."
"Even if Sundays remain unavoidable, have someone else’s home host them."
"I’ll naturally be absent."

Futami: If Papa had sent me as proxy, I would have said this to all of you.
“Let us mutually refrain from backbiting…”
“The notion that I don’t bow first to whoever I meet—which Mrs. could have said such a thing, I wonder.”

Ha'e: I said it.

Futami: “Oh….”

Ms. Ha'e: “Weren’t you aware? Mr. Momose’s chatter is rather half-hearted, isn’t it.”

Momose Kikotsu: “Instead, I praised you in a way that made it unclear who I meant.”
“Well, it’s not only you making such remarks.”
“First off, Mrs. Obata said the same thing.”

Obata: “I don’t know what my wife might have said.”
“But who was it that remarked how my wife looked like she’d balanced her hat on her fingertip when she went out in Western dress?”

Futami: "That wasn't me."
"That would be Papa."
"I simply laughed, that's all."
"Where did you hear such a thing?"

Obata: "Your son repeats everything he hears."

Momose Kikotsu (tapping the desk with his pencil): "Then, 'Do not gossip in front of children'—"
"I shall present this proposal."
"Those in favor of this proposal…"

At that moment, a chicken's piercing cry arose somewhere.
It was unmistakably the scream of a chicken fleeing from a pursuing dog.
Katakura Shūzō first rushed out through the gate.
Obata followed him.

Momose Kikotsu listened intently for a moment, then suddenly leapt down into the garden and dashed off at full speed.

Momose Kikotsu (exiting outside the gate): “Hey, Pesu!”
“Pesu!”
“Shoo!”
“Pesu!”
“Mr. Imasato, Pesu is…”
“Mr. Imasato… hurry….”
“Hey!”
“Shoo!”

Everyone headed outside.
Some chased after the dog while others goaded it with "shoo, shoo!"—a chaotic mix.
Nenkichi sat on the engawa, dazedly closing his eyes, and Futami gazed at Koukichi’s sleeping face.
In contrast to the dark and clamorous outdoors, the house lay perfectly still under the bright electric light.

――CURTAIN――