Originally posted by: PingSpike
When I was about 4-5, my dad was butchering our chickens. He was chopping their heads off with an axe. I didn't fully understand the situation, but was right there watching. He told me that when he chopped their heads off they would start running. I guess I didn't really believe him.
He puts the first chicken on the block, and chops its head off. The thing came running straight at me. I was like a rocket of terror running away from that thing...I don't think I'll ever run that fast again. Burned into my memory is the what it looked like as I looked over my shoulder to see I was quite far from the headless chicken...just as it ran into one of our greenhouses (with blood spurting out of its neck) and fell over.
I think I went inside after that.