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My grandfather, back in the 40's, besides being postmaster, sold chickens in West Dennis. Preferred the hatchet that looked like a small executioner's axe. To this day if we say, "You look like a chicken without a head," my mom gets all bent out of shape, because as a kid she had the job of chasing them down and pl#^&#^&#^&#^&#^&g the feathers. But they never thought of using the parts for crabbing.
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