This one's not for sensitive souls. One often speaks of someone running about like a chicken without a head. This week I was reminded of an incident in my youth, in the mission. My guardian, a local man named Temeeti, asked me to hold a chicken while he cut off its head. I let the chicken go. Without a head, it flew right over the tops of the coconut trees -- which were tall. We searched for it, but never found it.
No comments:
Post a Comment