Chicken Chopper

It was a sunny morning and my grandmother asked me to learn to become a chicken chopper.
We prayed to the chickens and their ancester before the process.
Then,my grandmother pulled me to the side and whispered by my ear."don't laugh when u r chopping the chickens."
I was curious and wanted to ask more but a crow flew over our heads.
"It is time!"said my grandmother.
So,I wear on the apron she gave me and sit on the red stool beside the chicken.

My task = drumsticks

My grandmother show me how to remove the lipids and clean the chickens.
I followed the steps.
Then she chopped one drumsticks into a few pieces and asked me to repeat.
After aiming the drumstick,I gained all my energy,raised my hand and move down quickly and accurately.
Unfortunately,I lost count!

The drumstick laid still on the chop board,90%perfect,the remaining 10% is the cut on the surface.
I cut and sliced and chopped and chopped and sliced and cut until a small piece of it is chopped off from the chicken.
Then I continue chopping another part.
Same thing happens.
I couldn't stand anymore and burst into laughter.
"Oops!!!"

Suddenly,all the drumsticks moved to the left then to the right and started to vibrate.
My grandmother closed her eyes and started to chant.
And everything becomes normal again.

I swear,from today onwards,I will buy sliced chickens whenever I want to cook and eat them.