"Ha, the graduation rate of the Good Dog Training Camp is only one in five. While we risk our lives to graduate, our breeders are rewarded for giving birth to us!"
"We endure hunger and cold, while those who bear children enjoy the food and clothing they have obtained by trading us. Are they eating our flesh and wearing our skin?!"
The audience below erupted in fury: "Yes!"
"They gave birth to us, nurtured us for only a year, yet they can use us to obtain food for many years. Aren't they parasites who depend on us for survival!"
"yes!"
"They claim to be our parents, yet they have never done a single thing a parent should do. They don't even remember we exist! Have they never paid attention to us? Have they never given us love? Are they the ones who caused all our misfortunes?!"
Yes! Yes! Yes!
The resentment between those on and off the stage reached its peak; everyone wished they could skin the rat, drink its blood, and eat its flesh.
The mouse weakly protested, "No, that's not it... It's not that we insisted on having you, it's not that we insisted on trading you for something, it's not that we deliberately forgot about you... A mouse's duty is to reproduce, reproduction is our greatest contribution..."
The man with the broken leg raised his hand, and the audience fell silent: "I judge them; they are guilty!"
"No! I'm innocent!" The male mouse glanced at his wife, who looked bewildered and helpless, tears welling up in her eyes.
She couldn't understand why things had turned out this way. She had given birth to twenty-three children in her lifetime, received the blessings of the gods, and was the envy of the villagers.
Now, they are old. They should be resting on their laurels, enjoying their retirement and the rewards bestowed by the gods, instead of being subjected to some inexplicable judgment here!
The male mouse roared, "We did the right thing! We are innocent!"
"Unrepentant! Trial! Hanging! Execute immediately!" The man with the broken leg roared the verdict, his face flushed with rage.
The wooden plank beneath the rats' feet suddenly collapsed, causing them to fall. The rope tightened, suspending them in mid-air...
The man with the broken leg laughed wildly and shouted, "Long live freedom! The Free Zone is immortal!"
A huge cheer erupted from the audience.
Long live freedom! Immortal is the Free Zone!
...
Xia Chuhe coldly watched the animals' revelry.
Was the judge wrong? No.
Were the audience wrong? No.
So, were the mice wrong? Perhaps, not entirely.
Who is at fault?
Xia Chuhe raised his eyes, his gaze meeting that of the tiger beside the judge's bench.
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