I grew up in the village myself, but by the time I was 10 years old I didn’t know how to cut/cut/suck/beard carefully grown in the backyard. It taught me to grow. He fed, drank, and cleaned the shell. But not about that.

So I am 10 years old. He was alone at home, as his parents went to the market to shop. My neighbor (at the same time my aunt) asked me to cut a couple of chickens, well, or cut (in general, by my choice). Since he was a “eager man,” he did not say that he had never killed.

In general, I chose a tail tool, because even at such a young age, I thought that the animal would suffer less.

So, who caught the chicken (Broiler). I guessed with my legs to step onto the body, and with one hand to stretch out the neck (not my own).... and cut off... immediately released the body, and the head in my hand remained. And then it started... The body first ran a couple of meters to the wall, turns and begins to run to MY side! E is E! Here I went crazy, I ran to the right to the calice, and what do you think? The body begins to tickle into my side again and intentionally run against me. I don’t know how the stars came together, but I felt at the moment that the body was running to avenge me! At that moment, I also flew to a two-meter fence (after trying to climb it without panic, I could not).

Picture of oil. I sit on the fence, and the body stands next to it and goes nowhere! I don’t know how long it lasted, but in my inflamed childhood brain, it was very long. I noticed there was something in my hand. This is the head of the body. I cried and threw my head away from me. After a moment, the body of the broiler falls dead. It probably happened in 30 seconds, but for me it was an eternity.

Since then, I have not broken the chicken anymore.