EPILOGUE TO THE CHICKEN

ONE DAY WHILE I WAS HOLDING THE CHICKENS HEAD AND PULLING ON IT. MY MOTHER MADE A SPECIALLY GOOD CUT ACROSS THE NECK. THE KNIFE ( WHO NEEDS THE K) MADE A NEAT CUT BETWEEN THE NECK JOINTS AND THE HEAD CAME OFF IN MY HAND. THE CHICKEN KICKED AND MY MOTHER LOST HER GRIP AND THE CHICKEN WITHOUT A HEAD WENT JUMPING AROUND THE KITCHEN FLOOR WITH THE WINGS FLAPPING WILDLY AND BLOOD FLYING ALL OVER THE PLACE. WHAT A MESS. I HAD TO CLEAN IT UP.