My mother met a local institute of a lady for the very first time when she was seeing practice at the vets in Kinross. She walked in to the surgery, and thumped a dead chicken down on the counter. "Tell me what she died of" she demanded. My mother and her colleague looked at the chicken, and said, "Well we don't know- but we can send her away for a post mortum if you want to know".
Oh no, says the lady in question- "I want to eat her- I just want to know what she died of in case it might be poisonious" So she wouldn't send away her chicken, but took it away instead, and presumably, ate it. She, I might add is still going strong, aged about 95 now, and this was over 40 years ago so it most likely didn't do her any harm.
The same lady, about 20 years after this, also claimed her goat had had a virgin birth. When my mum asked about the male goat kid that she had had in the spring, until about July, she said- "oh but he wouldn't do that- she was his granny!"
Beth