*laughs* Thanks for sharing! I'd probably react the way he did; I've never had to kill my own food before (unless you're counting plucking my own tomatoes off the vine!).

I remember my friend's mother, Ms. Anna, once told me about how when she was a little girl her family had a pet goose and she loved that goose so much! She was in charge of taking care of the little goose and she named her. One day her grandmother prepared a huge meal. "Oh, this is so good, Grandmama! What is it?" she asked. Her grandmother replied with the name of the goose! Ms. Anna cried and cried! Of course, we could all laugh at the story now, but poor little girl; her family had never told her why she was supposed to take such good care of her goose!