chicken story

CHICKEN KILLERS
  well back in the seventies those hens had all got old and Jim said they had to go, they weren't layin eggs and they were to tough to eat.. Little Randy and I dragged a big cut round of tree out to the side of the hen house and the axe. We did a few warrior yells and Randy brought the first victim to the executioners area. Randy curled his upper lip up and made a strange screaming sound and placed the hen on the block. I raised the axe and started growling like a madman. The Axe came down and the killing fury had begun. The hens were scooped up and had their heads lopped off... blood squirted and dust flew around the area as the headless body's flapped their wings to the dance of death. Randy wanted a turn with the axe and we argued until I gave in and let him kill the last hens. It was a killing frenzy that can only be experienced in farm life. My brother and I danced and screamed to the madness of the headless chicken dance. This is a normal activity for young men of 12 and 9 years old is it not? When the last chicken did the flop, we loaded the bodies up into feedbags and put them into the back of Moms car. Mom took them to work and put them in the dumpster behind her work (Safeway). The next morning when Mom went back to work the police were there and the manager of the Safeway was irate... During the night some racoons had gotten into the dumpster and spread the chickens all over the back street. It was a alley of feathers and chicken corpses. My Mom worked the day sick to her stomach... and police never did solve the case of the bloody chicken alley. -ricky