this is untrue. i would never do such a thing to my parents.
it all started when they first bought the family farm. “it does not matter if the chickens reproduce with each other, then we will just have more chickens,” is what i believe they said, because that is the only reasonable explanation.
when i was a boy, we had on average 60 egg-laying chickens on our farm, as well as the other animals. they roamed freely during the day (and were surprisingly vicious, i once tried to stop a fox on our property from attacking one, only to discover that it could easily fend for itself and chased the fox away). they would always, however, return to the same spot to lay their eggs.
at this point i would say that my parents needed to sell the eggs. that would make the most sense.
however, that would be a lie as well. everyone living in our area had chickens. the small town in which i grew up was in fact blessed (or cursed, depending on your perspective) with copious amounts of chickens that could easily defend themselves. no one needed more eggs than they already had, awaiting them in the same spot every day in their yard or chicken house.
one day, during a comfortable afternoon of hacking with my mother, she confessed to me that she and my father had trained me for years to be able to consume so many eggs. my father wanted a professional wrestler, or at least an excellent farmer. they had needed someone to eliminate the eggs so generously provided to them by the local chickens.
i was unsure of how to feel about the fact that my parents had exploited me for their egg-consumption purposes. what was i, an egg-eating dumpster? i hacked home and, after returning my horse, clementine, returned to my room for some pondering.
the next day i took up an apprenticeship with the local chainsaw repair salesman. he taught me everything he knew, but he was very old. after three years of teaching me, he fell ill. the doctors said it was likely fatal.
as one of his final acts, he altered his will and bequeathed everything, including his priceless collection of chainsaws, to me. my parents hardly approved.
the next summer, i left france. when i arrived in my new home, it was the week after my 21st birthday, but i felt considerably older. i did not return my parents’ calls.
everything else is not worth you knowing.
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