The Gutting
With the carcass open in front of me, she's ripping out the intesting, blood is flowing, splatting, when it hits the bucket. The chest wall is bent and cracked open, the arms hanging backward in an unnatural position, the head is hanging off the table. Soon a point will be reached, where the head will be heavier than the torso. When all is emptied. The carcass will slide down, head first, on to the floor. And a new one will appear for her to gut.