Birdhemian Rhapsody

As her mother explained, she nodded, agreeing with her. "I know they're killers. It hurt your bird. That's why I had to..." she searched for the words that her father had used her little head tilting as she thought, "End its life." She nodded, knowing that she got the words right. "The rac-coomb was killing your chicken. It started bleeding and flapping." She wiggled a bit, pretending to be a dying chicken. "Dad said I did a good thing because it was hurt." She lowered her voice, whispering to her mother, "Then he let me eat it."

A moment later, she learned that chickens were not for eating. Talk about mixed messages. She had enjoyed the taste of the chicken. This egg business... not so much. When her mother presented it to her, the girl took a big taste. An instant frown creased her features and she gave her mother pleading eyes, not knowing what to do with the mouthful of grossness. Did she spit it out? Did she make herself swallow it? The girl was in a pickle and the longer the egg sat on her tongue, the more she felt like she was going to vomit.