If I had thrown chickens down the hole in the outhouse I would have my but set on fire!.................
Mama could bust my a$$ but only Dad could set it on fire. That was his department and I learned not mess around when Mama said she was going to tell Dad what I had done.
Like the time I put the ol' rooster under the wash tub and left him there for the rest of the day. The ol' rooster would jump me everytime I crossed the chicken yard so I felt it was a "stand your ground" defense situation. Mama found him late that night (dead as a door knob) when he didn't make roll call at the chicken house.
She went straight to Dad. He pulled his belt from around his waist and proceeded to lay a good a$$ whooping on me. I still remember it to this day. He said a few good words about love and proceeded to set my little a$$ on fire. Then it was straight to bed without supper.
BTW, back then, minors didn't have lawyers and legal rights until they reached adulthood.