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killing a goose

zenie said:
*thinks to self*

I may go vegetarian - some of these stories are horrific :(

Here's one that will make sure:

We used to all get together as a family for chicken killing day. We had aunts, cousins, grandmas, little kids in on it. Grandma would pull off the heads. We kids would chase them around to put into the feather pot. The aunts would gut and pluck them. We'd do a couple hundred in a day. There'd be big buckets of heads, guts, and feathers by the end. After a while, the adults would get tired of us kids "helping" and would send us uptown to get icecream. We'd compare the amount of blood and goo we had on us. By the end of the day every family would have enough chickens for the year.
 
zenie said:
*thinks to self*

I may go vegetarian - some of these stories are horrific :(

Only 'cos you're not used to it, you could cheerfully wade through knee deep blood after a couple of weeks of slaughtering.
 
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