This rooster is really starting to enjoy testosterone poisoning. He loves to go through the traditional fuddy-duddy stuff...like, posturing and posing. He's good at it. But, where is he getting his information? It seems like he might have a copy of the Official Rooster Handbook...and, he's stuck in the chapter on hormones.
I think testosterone needs to be renamed with a term that actually conveys its essence...like Roostosterone!!!
Maybe, now I know why I was not interested in joining the Boy Scouts. I didn't want to be an Eagle Scout...
The only rank I'm interested in being is Rooster Scout...
or, a Gamecock Cadet...
(something colorful...yet, subtle)
Anyhoo, if this guy keeps posing,
he might turn into an eagle...
Screech-a-doodle-do
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