when I was like 7, in Mexico, I had a sort of pet rooster. One day I fought him with one of my friends roosters (but with out the razors), my rooster got his eyes poked out. My mom got pissed at me and told me to kill it becasue it was no longer good for "fertilizing" the hens. I took it it outside, tied it's wings to it's body and laid his head on a block of wood. I grabbed this old, rusty axe and attempted to chop it's head off. The axe was so dull that it bounced off the poor chickens neck with out killing it. I chopped at it again and that time the head went flying while the headless body laid wriggling, trying to run away. We ate it for dinner that night.