While the idea for the Mister and Miss Arduous Fieldworker Pageant had started off as a joke, it quickly gained a lot of support and people wanting to sponsor such an event. It certainly got a lot of inspiration from how the workers on the Brown Farm were in such incredible shape. As such, there was a lot of discussion about how the event will be held. While plenty of this would be debated over in the Animalia Council Meeting, a lot of the most important discussion was going on where the pageant would mean most.
"First off, what on Earth is with that 'Mister and Miss Arduous Fieldworker' name?" asked Martin Brown as he and his family were seated around the dinner table, "That's just too much of a mouthful. Why can't it be 'Mister and Miss Farmhand'?"
"It was from a cartoon," said Abby, "It was just 'Miss Arduous Fieldworker', but apparently there's been a demand to see our male workers too."
"Hmm, I wonder why?" asked Josephine dryly as she gazed at her husband's strong muscles. Samson was very appealing too, but Abby wouldn't like her mother looking at her boyfriend like that.
"I think we can at least make it officially named the 'Mister and Miss Farmhand Pageant'," said Samson, "People can call it whatever they want unofficially."
"Ok, now let's talk about something more important. Like what the pageant will actually be about," said Josephine, "I assume it's going to be more than just a beauty pageant."
"Well, it should be showing real farm work," said Abby, "Probably stacking hay bales, collecting produce, tilling the field."
"Sounds like it would be more like a harvest time event," said Martin.
"I'm sure at least some of it can springtime," said Samson, "Besides, the people who want this won't want the contenders to get too dirty."
"Unless there's a mud-wrestling event," said Abby.
"Abby..." said Martin sternly.
"You know someone is going to be suggesting it," said Abby, "It's not like we're going to be doing it in the nude."
"What's this 'we're' stuff?" asked Josephine.
"Well, if this is a competition for farmhands, it's only natural that me and Samson are a part of it," said Abby.
Josephine chuckled and said, "I suppose you two think you can win this thing with barely any competition. Well, I'm afraid you're sadly mistaken about that."
"You're not letting us compete?" asked Abby, sounding disappointed.
"No, I mean your father and I will be give you much more competition," said Josephine.
"We are?" asked Martin, sounding rather surprised.
"Of course we are," said Josephine, "Who owns this farm? Us or them? If anyone should be winning Mister and Miss Farmhand, it should be us."
Martin blinked. He hadn't known his wife to be this competitive before. Probably an effect of her becoming younger and fitter. Or perhaps the need to remain dominate over their daughter.
"Well, if we are doing this pageant during the spring, it should probably be during the spring festival," said Samson.
"But aren't they doing the renaissance fair during that?" asked Martin.
"I'm sure we can make room. It doesn't have to be just medieval stuff the whole festival," said Abby. She was a bit surprised her mother wanted to compete against her, but Abby was actually looking forward to the challenge. Of course, this whole affair will still need a lot of planning and organizing first.