My husband usually does the
butchering in my house but he was at work so I grabbed a
big knife, flipped the chicken onto the breast side and started cutting.
As they pulled loose they made a tearing, ripping, sucking sound, and once it was all out, Ralph and Bruce rolled and cut out with that same sharp
knife the oversized heart, as
big as a football, and the liver, and laid them out on clean bright
butcher paper on the tailgate of their truck.