You slap the little fucker down on a wooden cutting board, you slice it along the belly with your fishing knife, you pull on either side to open it up better. You pull the entrails out with your bare hands and you rush outside to fling them into the air, they land on the porch with a greasey belch like sound. You study the guts and you notice they appear to be forming a lottery number! You write the number down and quickly kick the guts into the unmowed grass. You go in for your wallet, you have three dollers left in there. You walk for a half hour to the local TripQuick store. There you buy a soda and a lottery ticket, putting the remaining forty cents in your pocket. The soda is slurped down by the time you get home, but it peps you up an the lottery ticket was not an instant win, but it is waiting in it's nest to be the big fucking winner later this week!
Two days go by, you live on water and the last five packs of ramon noodles, the television is on and they announce the winning number, it's yours! Sixty million dollers!