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and she's much younger than me. At the time, she was probably seven or eight. I think I was 13. And she starts helping with it. Same thing happens. I have six chickens. She goes, you know, Dad, I don't think I'm going to be able to eat these damn things. And he says, once again, he says, fine. Your mother and I will eat. You two kids will starve or eat vegetables. And then my mother came out, and she started doing the same. And about five or six chickens, and she said the same damn thing. I mean, the smell was terrible and everything else. I was trying to get the amount. Everything couldn't care at one expense. It was really revolting. I'm glad we have processing plants now. But when she said, I'm not going to eat these damn things, my dad got so pissed off. He made me dig a hole, which were all the ones we killed into the hole and buried it. And he sold the rest of the fires off. And that's the story of our front wheel, our farming adventures. It's just a lot easier to say, just let me know when they're on my plate. Let me know when it turns into Popeyes or churches. That's all that matters. There's no humane way to slaughter a bunch of them. Just let me know when they become tenders and chicken strips.