“When I start strutting, you girls sing: Go, go, go, go Tiger, it’s your birthday, gonna party like it’s your birthday. Or you could go with a chant like: Be impressive, be, be, impressive. Anything along those lines. Alright, here I go. Girls? Hey girls, where you going? Comon, it’ll be fun. Just try it. I’ll start and you join in: Be impressive, be, be impressive. Girls? Would you just, SING-THE-FLUFFIN’-LINES.”
Tiger goes from mumbled, rambling musings to full-blown public announcement with no middle ground. A lot of his announcements are to do with food. For example: “I-FOUND-THIS-FOOD-FOR-YOU” and “THERE’S-FOOD-IN-THAT-TUUUB.” His discovery is then followed up with a suggestion: “EAT-THE-FLUFFIN’-FOOD.” Once all the hens and teenagers are happily fighting over the scraps from last night’s dinner, Tiger turns his attention to the person who brought the food into the chook pen. “Hey. Hey you. Hey, I’m talking to you. I’m not sure who you think you are, but, man, I’m warning you! You’d better GO-THE-FLUFF-AWAY. Yeah, that’s right. Walk away. And I don’t want see you around here again. Yeah, just keep walking. WHO’S-THE-FLUFFIN’-MAN?”
“Hey girls. Did you here that one? WHO’S-THE-FLUFFIN’-MAN? That’s a good one, eh? It’s a rhetorical question, in fact that’s two rhetorical questions. Hey, I’ve got an idea. It’ll be fun. Let’s do a call and response. So, I go: WHO’S-THE-FLUFFIN’-MAN? Then you girls go: YOU’RE-THE-FLUFFIN-MAN! Although you can’t crow, so maybe just say it. Won’t be as cool, but let’s try it. Ok, WHO’S-THE-FLUFFIN’-MAN? Girls? Hey girls, where you going?”
The day in the chicken coop always begins and ends with the same two public announcements. “GET-OUT OF-FLUFFIN’-BED” at dawn and “GO-TO-FLUFFIN’-BED” at dusk. Straight forward, clear, unambiguous instructions. Instructions that anyone can understand but apparently understanding doesn’t always mean compliance. Tiger has to make both announcements repeatedly each day, but to his credit, his perseverance always gets the desired result, eventually.
It’s going to be interesting when the young roosters start trying to crow. “Hey Chunk. Hey, little buddy. Come here. Cute little guy aren’t you? Hey, do want to learn how to CROW-THIS-FLUFFIN’-LOUD? It’s easy. Just takes a little practice. Ok, I’ll say, I’M-FEELING-FLUFFIN’-GRAND. Then you say, I-CAN-FEEL-IT-TOO. It’ll be fun, trust me. Oops here comes Smokey. We’ll give it go later. You’re gonna be great though. Maybe nearly as good as me one day. Whoops, going over here. Hey everyone, I FOUND-SOME-FLUFFIN’-FOOD. Yep, sure did. There’s some bugs here. Hey girls, I-FOUND-THIS-FOOD-FOR-YOU. Girls? Seriously, EAT-THE-FLUFFIN’-FOOD. Great chat, Chunk. You’re such a cute little fella, aren’t ya. Man I’m pumped. I’M-FEELING-FLUFFIN’-GRAND. And you say? Chunk? Hey Chunk? Where’d you go? Comon, come back, it’ll be fun.
