I raised a chicken for three whole months. I got up at six to give her a bath. I got out of school just to drive her over to v-town. I woke up at 7 so I could show her. What do I get for it?
a silly little white ribbon...
Thats right, a white ribbon. I dont know what place i got, but i know that its not good. I was judged yesterday. First I had to wait in line with a bunch of other people with chickens in their arms. When it was my turn, I handed her to the judge and he started asking questions:
What are these feathers called?
What breed is this?
How old is she?
What do you call a young female chicken?
What do you call and older female chicken?
What is this body part?
Where does this breed originate?
What was the original purpose of this breed?
Do you know what a disqualification is?
"Well you see, this chicken has a disqualification."
...
WHAT?!!!!
Yup, a disqualification. Turns out, her little poor excuse for a rose comb has a problem. That little horn type thing in the back. It was pointed in. Its supposed to be pointed out. DANG!
And get theis! He took points off, because I wasnt wearing white!
I was wearing a black sweatshirt and blue jeans. How the HECK wa I supposed to know that this process was all fancy wansy?! Stupid picky judge...
So I went and rode rides for an hour. Then I had to come back again. This time, they were judging THE CHICKEN, not me.
"As I pointed out to this young lady earlier, this here chicken has a disqualification." He explained... to the around 20 people in the arena, while i stood next to him looking at the ceiling.
"So I have got to give you a white ribbon on this one."
Dang... I took my baby girl out of his hands, I took my white ribbon, and I sauntered out of that little arena thinking about how much fun I would have now that this is over. When I go to her little quarters, I gave her a big hug and put her i her little cage. She strutted over to the corner and preened herself. Her big white rooster friend strutted over and clucked. I hope she still has feelings for Mister Roo.
In her and my mind, my pretty little striped showgirl got first place that day. She was prettier than any other of theose stupid standard sized birds there. I saw a ugly loud RIR that had a blue ribbon tied to its cage. It made me a tad angry...
No matter what Miss DOmonique, you will aways be beautiful in my eyes.
I love you gorgeous, cant wait for you to come home tommarow!