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Originally Posted by dreams
When I was little, we had chickens and rabbits. I hated when dad would kill them and mom and I had to pluck/clean them for the pot. I would hide when he got the ax out, as I hated to see when they got away and ran around headless. Dad finally made a box to put them in and just leave their heads out for when he killed them. I still hated plucking all those dang feathers! What made it worse was that I usually named them all and felt bad about eating my "friends" (well, not the ones that use to peck me when I was gathering eggs.  ).
Last of my morning coffee in my cup. |
Memo to self: Unfriend dreams ASAP - before she gets hungry!