So I get out of the shower and get ready for church, but before we leave its killing time. I killed a chicken(rooster). Not the easy fast painless way. Instead I stood on his feet and sliced his neck with a dull knife. It was awful.
I have no idea why I said I wanted to do it. I said I wanted to kill, pluck, cook and eat the chicken, and I did and it was terrible. Moses (our contact) brought home Harold in a shoebox with wrapping paper on it. Simon-the 14 year old mans man who lives where we live, tied Harrys feet and wings together so it would be ‘easier’ for me to kill him.
When I realized how dull the knife was, I wanted to give up, but I had already cut his neck a little bit and then it was just suffering helpless while I was holding him down, so I had to go through with it. Cameron was there holding the neck so I could slit his throat. Simon saved the day and took out all his insides and was a champ. I was just disgusted.
Be careful what you wish for, because it might actually happen and it might not be what you expected. My next wish is to ride and elephant-hopefully that will be better.
(the good life of Harold..before I killed him..)
