KAY MARTIN, a secretary to a New Zealand MP, got the fright of her life a
few weeks ago. According to the Auckland Sunday Star, she and a friend
were chatting over a drink when they heard a chicken squawking. The bird
sounded in some distress, so they went outside to investigate,
thinkingperhaps that it had escaped from one of the neighbours. But there
were no chickens anywhere.
Then Martin realised with horror that the sound was coming from her own
kitchen--coming, in fact, from the oven, where she had put a chicken in to
roast half an hour earlier. "It was as if it was shrieking at me from its
grave," she says. "It was so bizarre I just froze."
As they approached the oven, the squawking reached a crescendo. They took
the tray out, and as the chicken began to cool, the squawking died away.
Martin chopped the neck off and threw it in the sink. She noticed that the
vocal chords were intact. "Steam was coming up the neck from the
stuffing," says Martin, and this had caused the dead bird to squawk. She
has not cooked chicken since.
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