I have a chicken story but it is a bit shocking.. so you are warned..
My father grew up as the youngest of 13 in Queens. As you can imagine they were very poor. They had a patch of lawn in the back of their flat where they grew some food. My grandfather was very old fashioned Italian right off the ship.
Anyway, they got this chicken (you can see where this is going I think). The kids were so excited because now they had a pet. They named it and petted it and loved it until one day they came home and it was on the table for dinner. Of course, the kids refused to eat their pet, and my Grandfather was very confused and was heard saying "Damn American Kids..."
True story.