Day 3 - Three French hens
The regulars of the Hyotei tennis team were having a weekend practice at Atobe Keigo's house. He, being obscenely wealthy, had his own private tennis courts. However, their practice was delayed by the absence of Akutagawa Jirou. They had called him, but he had assured them that he would be there, he was just running late, and had asked if they would wait for him. So wait they did.
Eventually Jirou came dashing through the gates of the Atobe mansion, holding a wooden crate. The others came outside to meet him, and Jirou set his crate down.
"Guys! Guess what I have!"
"A box?" Gakuto offered. Jirou shook his head fast enough to make a normal person dizzy.
"No, it's what's in the box!" And he removed the lid. Three little heads poked out.
Jirou took three chickens from the crate and set them down, whereupon they immediately began exploring their new surroundings and pecking at the ground. His friends stared at the poultry.
"Ore-sama demands to know why you have brought *chickens* to practice." Atobe gazed at the birds, who were oblivious to the people around them, looking less than thrilled.
"They're not just any chickens, they're from France! The man I bought them from guaranteed it. And their names are Josephine, Belle, and Haruko." He'd decided pretty much arbitrarily on those names.
"You paid for these?" Gakuto had knelt down by the chickens and was attempting to poke the one Jirou had called Josephine. Needless to say, it was displeased.
"Yep! Twenty thousand yen." Gakuto looked up from the distressed bird.
"Two thousand? For chickens?" Even for a Hyotei student, who could certainly afford it, that was a high price. The chicken Gakuto had been bothering was still looking displeased, but Atobe was currently making a face that suggested his displeasure greatly surpassed the bird's.
"Why, exactly, did you buy chickens?" Jirou made a little noise of excitement.
"Oh, oh, oh, that's the best part! See, the guy who sold them to me said it would be like the Christmas song if I got three. Y'know, three French hens? So they're a present for all of you!" Silence. Suddenly no one had the heart to tell him he paid too much, and Atobe didn't mind the poultry destroying his beautiful lawn (well, maybe just a little).
And then Shishido spoke up.
"How are we gonna divide up three hens between nine people?"