Parrot is Dead......................

 

!!

At dawn the telephone rings,

"Hello, Se�or Bob? This is Ernesto, the caretaker at your country house."

"Ah yes, Ernesto. What can I do for you? Is there a problem?"

"Um, I am just calling to advise you, Se�or Bob, that your parrot, he is dead".

"My parrot? Dead? The one that won the International competition?"

"Si, Se�or, that's the one."

"Damn! That's a pity! I spent a small fortune on that bird. What did he die from?"

"From eating the rotten meat, Se�or Bob."

"Rotten meat? Who the hell fed him rotten meat?"

"Nobody, Se�or. He ate the meat of the dead horse."

"Dead horse? What dead horse?"

"The thoroughbred, Se�or Bob."

"My prize thoroughbred is dead?"

"Yes, Se�or Bob, he died f rom all that work
 pulling the water cart."

"Are you insane? What water cart?"

"The one we used to put out the fire, Se�or."

"Good Lord! What fire are you talking about, man?"

"The one at your house, Se�or! A candle fell and the curtains caught on fire."

"What the hell? Are you saying that my mansion is destroyed because of a candle?!"

"Yes, Se�or Bob."

"But there's electricity at the house! What was the candle for?"

"For the funeral, Se�or Bob."

"WHAT BLOODY FUNERAL??!!"

"Your wife's, Se�or Bob. She showed up very late one night and I thought she was a thief, so I hit her with your new Ping G15 204g titanium head golf club with the TFC 149D graphite shaft."

SILENCE...........

LONG SILENCE.........

VERY LONG
 SILENCE����

"Ernesto, if you broke that driver, you're in deep shit. "