A very smug- looking chicken stands on a stage in a farmyard, wearing a glittery, oversized tuxedo and holding a tiny microphone. Behind him is a homemade banner that says, “Chicken Idol: Sponsored by Buzz. ” To his left, a panel of farm animals—an unimpressed cow, a sheep with headphones, and a pig with sunglasses—sits at a long judging table with little buzz coins as score paddles. The chicken strikes an overly dramatic pose, one wing outstretched, the other clutching the microphone, as if he’s about to belt out a power ballad. His beak is wide open, mid- squawk, with musical notes floating comically out of it. The audience, a crowd of clapping and cheering chickens, holds signs saying, “Give him the buzz!” and “#TeamCluck. ” Above the chicken, a speech bubble declares: “This performance deserves a standing buzz- ovation!” The scene is chaotic and ridiculous, blending the drama of talent shows with the absurdity of a chicken passionately seeking buzz- powered fame
