This story has a point if you will bear with me.
I grew up in an urban area where food came from the store. When I was about 8 years old I was sent to spend summer vacation with my grandparents in Rural Tennessee. One morning my grandmother said 'What would you like for dinner?
Being a smart kid I replied that I wanted Fried Chicken. She took my hand and led me out to the chicken coop. Once inside she flared out her big apron and cornered a bird. She reached down and grabbed the hen by the head and gave it a sharp flip. The Chicken (sans head) ran around for a minute and flopped over. I was speechless as I watched her pick up the chicken by its feet, carry it back the the porch, sqeeze its excrement out, and dunk it into a pot of boiling water. When the chicken came out of the water she easily pulled the feathers off, cut the breast open and cleaned out the chest cavity, finally cutting up the chicken up into familiar pieces. Next the flour and into the hot oil.
The chicken was great!
The moral of the story? This image was burned into my mind when I was very young. I'll never forget it. Although I have never actually repeated the process myself I know how and that I could if needed. It's something every child should experience and maybe practice whether with Chicken, fish, deer, whatever.
Also, I never gave that good old woman any sass!