I went to the Scotts Bluff County Fair and wrote stories for the Star-Herald about rabbits and poultry. I also met the best chicken in the world.

This is Mayda Leggott. She owns me, the best damn chicken in the world. Mrs. Brooke Heine helps the 4-H kids out because they need both their hands free to keep us chickens from running away. Shush now. I need to listen and make sure Mayda tells the judge everything she’s supposed to.

I like to hide my eyes. I’m a shy, but sassy chicken.

Ahhhh. Your hands are cold. Let go! Let go!

Seriously, Mayda. Let go. You’re making me cold. I’m not going to run away.

So now you’re going to tickle me? I swear, us chickens can’t get no respect. I tell ya. No respect.

Whoah. Us chickens really do that? this girl is pretty smart and knows a lot about chickens. Still, I gotta pee, so hurry up with this presentation.

Woooo. I’m the best chicken in the world, people. Just look at me. I’m awesome.

Hey. I didn’t agree to no one else touching me. Why is this judge looking at my wing? Am I sick? Little help, Mayda. Please.

Okay. Ya’ll can stop touching me now. I’m done. Let’s go home.

Hey. You. Pay attention. This little girl put in a lot of hard work to be here today. What? You need me to come and make you pay attention? I swear. It’s like you people have never seen the best damn chicken in the world before.

You never know what you’re going to find at the fair, but, if you’re lucky enough, you might just find something amazing.