Most folks still don’t know how to get the damn thing quiet.
Knock’em down!
LOL!
I hated gathering eggs as a kid becuase the Rooster was mean. As psycopathic as this may sound, I didn’t mind killing the chickens when I had to. Why?
Because the Rooster was so mean when I gathered the eggs!
Gathering the eggs for breakfast scared me more than killing the chickens for supper.
I’ve got one more story realated to something like this:
When I was a kid, we had 2 hogs we raised. My older brother was a wiseacre and named them “Mildred” and “Irving”
(Word to the wize, don’t name your food)
My sister raised them for her 4-H club,
When we slaugherted them later, we would be around the breakfast table, and my brother would say, “I wonder who we’re eating today, Mildred or Irving” and my sister would cry and run off from the table. My dad and I would bust out laughing and my Mom would jump all over my brother.
It was hilarious.