we are optimists

competition in the barnyard came to a screeching halt after the farmer brought in his contestant, a male peacock no fair! We should not have to compete with him! He’s as fancy as a drag queen, and twice as arrogant! Do you give up? Asked the farmer. No, the hens and the old rooster said. They were discouraged and disgruntled. Who is the judge? Asked a wandering cardinal. The farmer, the rooster told him. How can you ever expect to win then? We are optimists.