a story i just heard.

My nana(GreatGrandma). Grew up in manatoba .
Grew her own crops. And animals.
Every year.
When slautering season arrived.
It was time for her father to kill the cows.
Pigs. And chickens. And others.
But he was a kind man.
He did NOT like killing animals.
Every day he would go out to kill the cow.
But coming inside saying "not today"
Eventually. He would wait till the cow made him mad.
By either stepping on his toe. Or kicking him while milking.
Or something.
So eventually he'd get mad enough.
Go outside. And kill the animal.

So he was a kind man.....
But also a rage muderer ;)
To animals.

Just wanted to share that great story.
Pcee (:
xX'-SydneyySchott-'Xx