Many towns across America have their festivals every year which draw the local crowds. Ours happens to be the ‘Butter & Egg Festival’ on the last weekend in April and it draws folks from all across the county to the tune of 25,000+ people. The ‘Butter & Egg’ title has something to do with our town’s long poultry history, but I choose not to dig into the details. Anyway, the ‘Butter & Egg’ kicks off with the Cutest Little Chick in Town contest before the big parade.
When we first moved to this town twelve years ago, we never would have dreamed we’d be interested in a contest like this. But then you go and have offspring of your own and something snaps inside of you, and all of a sudden, you want your kid to be crowned the Cutest Little Chick in Town. It’s a small town pageant where nervous parents parade their ‘chicks’ before judges for the title and $50 bucks in cash.
Many nails are bitten. Grandparents pace back and forth. The competition is fierce. Every parent wants their critter named The Cutest Little Chick in Town. I often wonder what the parental penalty is for not smiling on cue in front of the judges.
A sampling of the candidates before their debut, and their secret thoughts:
“I’ll endure the paparazzi as long as the lollypops keep coming.”