ONCE, I WAS PLAYING BASKETBALL WITH MY COUSIN IN THE DRIVEWAY. MY GRANDMA WAS ALSO SITTING IN THE DRIVEWAY DE-FEATHERING A FRESHLY SLAUGHTERED CHICKEN. THE CHICKEN SAT ON THE GROUND IN A LOOSELY WOVEN STRAW BASKET, LOOKING NAKED AND SOMEWHAT DEJECTED BECAUSE IT WAS DEAD AND MOST OF ITS FEATHERS HAD BEEN TAKEN LEAVING IT WITH THOSE LITTLE POULTRY BUMPS. SO WE WERE PLAYING BASKETBALL, AND AT SOME POINT, ONE OF US, MY COUSIN OR I, MADE A FOWL MOVE AND THE BASKETBALL LANDED RIGHT ON THE CHICKEN KNOCKING IT OUT OF THE BASKET AND ONTO THE DRIVEWAY. A CHICKEN SCALLION DISH SHOWED UP ON THE DINNER TABLE THAT NIGHT. THEN MY COUSIN AND I LOOKED AT EACH OTHER WITH EYES THAT WERE LIKE, "DON'T EAT THE CHICKEN TONIGHT."