Eddy held the chicken by it's neck in his left hand and the cleaving knife in his right. As he walked over to the chopping block he pondered the idea of when an animal stops being an animal and starts being food. What he held in his hand now was clearly an animal, it breathed, it squawked, clucked, flapped it's wings and pooped. But when his Mom was done with it it was food. When he got to the block he made an effort not to make eye contact with the condemned bird. With one swift stroke it was beheaded. He strolled over to the work bench and plucked it. It was chicken for dinner tonight.

By yogibear, November 2, 2013.