-Arnold H. Glasow
"Our chicken is missing from its' cage." My dad calmly reported to the lady.
"Did you check The Court of Honor?" The lady replied.
"The Court of what?!" I interrupted. She led us out of the room, and onward to The Court of Honor. There sat our chicken.
As it turned out, the "chicken helper" had been right and we ended up winning first prize, with our farm raised chicken, despite the fierce competition from people who bred chickens to compete in these competitions. Now that we had conquered the chickens, it was time to turn our attention to cows.