Ha, my Nana had a Chook called Billy, the result of us bringing a chick home from school. It used to sleep on the couch at night though I think she rigged that to entertain us kids. When she plucked it over a bucket with a kettle of hot water we were horrified. How could you do that to Billy? It's not Billy, it's not Billy she replied. Strong German farm woman she was.
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