Careful With That Axe, Eugene

"Eugeene" screamed Ma from the kitchen. "Is that chicken ready yet?"

"Not yet Maa" screamed Eugene, a boy about six foot three who would always need to make up for with resilience what he lacked in brilliance. Unfortunately he wasn't that resilient.

Eugene had selected the chicken that was just right for dinner. All he had to do now was behead it.

He looked down at the chicken, raised the axe over his head and swung down as hard as he could. The axe went deep into his shin.

Moral: Always keep your eyes on the chicken's head.

DC