Actually I Love Animals
Throughout the whole of my life I've been related to the agricultural side of life. To the point where I live on a farm, which my peers find highly amusing. Anyway, I have always lived with chickens, and like any normal person, I find them highly amusing. One of my favorite hobbies as a child was to pick them up, chuck them in the air, and watch them then plummet down to earth whilst frantically screaming. But seeing as they were birds this act didn't seem the least bit cruel. Well yes, it's like any normal sunday evening, I go out into the garden, pick out my chicken and continue torturing it for the next half an hour. Pick up a fairly old one, chuck it in the air a couple of times until *CRACK* chicken gets up and starts hobbling around with the most odd looking legs. Back. away. slowly. My father has to put it out of it's misery the next day i.e. a quick tug of the neck. I feel incredibly bad for that poor chicken. I was a mean kid!

Saying that another guilty secret would be the time I kicked my grandma's Jack Russel down the stairs since it refued to budge. But that's okay because it's a horrid little thing which refuses to die (Badgers, Foxes, My dad, all have failed).

To be honest that isn't much of a secret I retell that story many a time. I bloody hate Jack Russels.
(Ellytots Last thought of chocolate on, Mon 3 Sep 2007, 0:46, Reply)