Chickens By Aunt Wilda

We use to sell chickens. One day we had an order for several chickens. Aunt Edith and Uncle Furman came to visit while the chickens were being prepared. Furman stepped right in to get them ready. We always cut the heads off on a tree stump with two nails hammered in the top to stick the neck through. Up goes the ax , down it comes, and off goes the head. Edith said," I want to try it." Furman gave her the ax and said "Now don't cut your leg off." she had him to put the head on the stump and then she put the ax up a little and down it came.The neck got cut, but not off. The chicken jumped up and ran off. Edith started yelling,"Get him, get him." Furman ran and got the chicken,Grand pop stood there laughing and the poor chicken was hurting. Furman cut the chicken's head off, and off it ran again,tripping and running some more. Edith yelled,"See Furman, you can't do any better than me." She didn't know that they do that sometime because of the nerves. She went into the house and the rest of the chickens got their turn.