ok...i asked a friends dad who has chickens if he could let me know when one needs to die. the time came for a chicken to die becuase it had stopped laying eggs, so i got to come over and kill it. i thought it would be a little more exiting though if i put a story to it.
WHERE'S MY BREAKFAST!
the chicken stopped laying eggs sugarpie
THAT CHICKENS GONNA DIE!
where is that damn chicken
OH NO! here comes master and i haven't laid any eggs!
hmmmmmm....gun?
sledgehammer?
barbeque?
gasoline?
MY BARE HANDS!
where are you?
GOTCHA!!
its time to say goodbye
all thats left is a memory and feathers in the wind