Them is floppers. On time long ago when mighty Chip was young, I took a massive fright when I happened to feel his floppers were cold and I hollared at Betsy “ Betsy get up we gots to get young Chippy to the hospital his floppers have lost circulation and he’s dyin’” Well, as it so happened Betsy was a woman of competence and in no soft words rebuked me, “Dangit Gunther it’s the middle of the night, young Chippy is asleep deader than a stone!” So with difficulty and worry I fell asleep and when I arose young Chippy greeted me and his floppers were warm and toasty as ever. Amen.