Sigh. ‘ow can I explain ze feeling of being so magnificent? It is a burden, you see, to be so ‘andsome. My name is Maurice, and I am a rooster of great importance. I am not like ze other chickens, no, no. I do not peck at ze ground like a common peasant. I do not get my beautiful feathers dirty. I prefer to promenade on ze soft, green lawn or ze perfectly crushed autumn leaves. My tail, you see it? It is a work of art, a masterpiece of emerald, sapphire, and ruby. I take my time, I strut slowly, giving all ze ‘ens a chance to admire my beauty. Oui, it is a tough job, but someone ‘as to do it. It is my duty to bring a little bit of French charm to zis farm. Bonjour, ladies. Don’t crowd me now.
Pink Farm Chick 