Now, picture a typical rice field just outside of a typical Japanese city. In the middle of this seemingly average rice field, picture a typical academic junior high school filled with several hundred typical academic junior high school students.
It is September. The now golden rice field is ready for harvest, and the entire population of this seemingly average academic junior high school are in the gymnasium awaiting the opening ceremony of their annual culture festival.
Suddenly, a volley of severed, "bloodied" baby doll heads shrieks down from the rafters, sending the 12 year old cross-dresser on the gymnasium stage fleeing in mock falsetto terror.
Does the student body run away?
Do they scream in horror?
Do they even realize what frightening danger is upon them?
NO!
No one runs away from the culture festival. Yes, the severed heads are alarming, but the students know there is a simple way to avoid calamity in trying times.
Yes, that's right. It's time to crack open the peach of happiness, for inside the peach of happiness lies Utopia.
Can the karate master crack the peach? No.
What about the master swordsman? No.
How woeful are we!
Won't somebody come and open this peach so that we all can find Utopia?
Wait a minute, I know. No one can open the peach of happiness working alone. Only by combining our efforts will we be able to reach the creamy Utopian center.
OK, everybody, let's work together and escape our troubles. Remember, direct objects need never fear abuse here, for in Japan, as the culture festival motto states, We Can Do!
OK, everybody, let's work together and escape our troubles. Remember, direct objects need never fear abuse here, for in Japan, as the culture festival motto states, We Can Do!
PS: a bit of friendly advice, don't look up pictures of peaches while at work. typing, 桃 (the Japanese word for "peach") returned many surprising, scantily clad results. I think I've stumbled upon a euphemism.