I am going to let you in on the secret.
The reason I am so well behaved.
I remember it clearly ...
When I was 4, we went to Indiana to visit.
We were on Aunt Fern's farm.
The grown-ups were talking about the meal.
They decided on chicken for supper.
I followed my Mom out to the chicken pen.
She picked one, and in a split second...
snapped it in a half-circle with one hand.
The chicken's body ran around, without a head!
I still remember thinking ... I better behave!