My mother was the one that used to kill the chicken and pull it’s feathers whilst I help her by holding it so as to enable her cut it.
But on one particular day, she asked me to kill the chicken on my own. Oh boy…. see me see trouble. But since I had been watching her do the killing, I knew what I had to do. But one thing I didn’t know was that I had to cut through the windpipe of the animal in order for it to die which I didn’t do.
After killing the animal, my mom again asked me to pull it feathers as you all know, it has to be dipped in hot water.
immediately I dipped it in the water, it started flapping it’s feathers and before I could say Jack, the supposed dead chicken has jumped out of the water and was running away.
I chased after it and caught it. Afterwards, can you believe what I did?
Well, I made sure the chicken was headless before taking it back to the chicken. I held the head like the way bounty hunters held the head of their victims.
Since that incidence, I mastered the art and now I’m a pro.