Dark but Funny story so don't press back when you see the word kill
Today my grandmother decided to tell me about the first time she "killed" a chicken.
This is her story.... She was about 6 or 7 years old when my great grandma called her in the yard.When my grandmother went to her my great grandma pointed out in the yard she said "You see them chickens there peanut, I want you to kill me one." Now my grandma had seen her mamma do it a thousand times and so thought well yeah I got this. She told me back in them days they didn't have them combs that you put the chicken in and bleed em. She said They would grab em by the head and use them like a chicken whip. Basically *POP* goes the chickens neck.So my grandma goes down there grabs one up by the head and whips it just like her mamma has shown her as soon as she whipped it she dropped it she said "It layed there a minute so I thought it was dead but when I reached down to pick it up it jumped up at me and squawked at me." "It scared me so d*** bad that I took off running one way and the chicken took off the other."
She said I've never tried to kill one since.
She told me that story and I liked to passed out from laughing so hard
.....My grandmother is an old southern woman so just imagine someone telling you that in a thick southern accent
The amazing thing about this is that she told me her mamma use to kill like 40 chickens a day like that for people...one after another...and all they would get out of it was the feet
Today my grandmother decided to tell me about the first time she "killed" a chicken.
This is her story.... She was about 6 or 7 years old when my great grandma called her in the yard.When my grandmother went to her my great grandma pointed out in the yard she said "You see them chickens there peanut, I want you to kill me one." Now my grandma had seen her mamma do it a thousand times and so thought well yeah I got this. She told me back in them days they didn't have them combs that you put the chicken in and bleed em. She said They would grab em by the head and use them like a chicken whip. Basically *POP* goes the chickens neck.So my grandma goes down there grabs one up by the head and whips it just like her mamma has shown her as soon as she whipped it she dropped it she said "It layed there a minute so I thought it was dead but when I reached down to pick it up it jumped up at me and squawked at me." "It scared me so d*** bad that I took off running one way and the chicken took off the other."
She told me that story and I liked to passed out from laughing so hard
The amazing thing about this is that she told me her mamma use to kill like 40 chickens a day like that for people...one after another...and all they would get out of it was the feet
