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I need to clarify for the story above that I saw a lot of butchering when I was a kid.. My grandparents had essentially a meat locker in thir garage. They raised butcher pigs and cattle, canned fish, and raised a couple hundred chickens and turkeys to eat each year. I was catching chickens at age 4 and dragging them to my grandma to behead, scald and pluck... Once when I was collecting eggs a rooster flew at me and scratched my face. When I got to the house she marched me back down to the chicken house, confirmed which rooster was the offender, twisted his head off and said I guess you will be nicer with noodles. I didn't back talk that sweet lady much.
No idea why the event twisted me up other than not understanding the anus- Enos difference.
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