Chicken Dinner

Grandma and Grandad lived out in the country and had chickens on their little farm. We would visit them often, but I hated this one chicken that they had because it would always chase after me and peck at me. Then, one day, we went to visit, and my granddad decided to prepare a nice dinner. He caught that chicken, and just like lightning, he chopped off the head with his axe, and the chicken started running back and forth in the yard with its head cut off. Then Mom, Grandma, and Aunt Kleotha dunked the body in hot water and plucked the feathers so we could have roast chicken for Easter Dinner.