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Sunday, July 10, 2011

The Parrot Died

The Parrot Died!

 At dawn the telephone rings….. 
"Hello, Senor Rob?" 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, Senor Rob, that your parrot - he
is dead."
"My parrot? Dead? The one that won the International competition?" 
"Si, Senor, 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, Senor Rob." 
"Rotten meat?  Who the hell fed him rotten meat?" 
"Nobody, Senor.  He ate the meat of the dead horse." 
"Dead horse? What dead horse?" 
"The thoroughbred, Senor Rob." 
"My prize thoroughbred is dead?" 
"Yes, Senor Rob, he died from all that work pulling the water cart." 
"Are you insane?? What water cart?" 
"The one we used to put out the fire, Senor." 
"Good Lord!! What fire are you talking about, man?" 
"The one that destroyed your house, Senor!  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, Senor Rob." 
"But there's electricity at the house!!  What was the candle for?" 
"For the funeral, Senor Rob." 
"Your wife's, Senor Rob.  She showed up very late one night and I thought she was a thief, so I hit her with your new Taylor Made Super Quad 460 golf club." 

  LONG SILENCE.........

  "Ernesto, if you broke that driver, you're in really big trouble!!

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