THE PARROT IS DEAD
At dawn the telephone rings, 'Hello, Senor Rod?
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 Rod, 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 Rod.'

'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 Rod.'

'My prize thoroughbred is dead?'

'Yes Senor Rod, 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 at 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 Rod.'

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

'For the funeral, Senor Rod.'

'WHAT BLOODY FUNERAL??!!'

'Your wife's, Senor Rod', 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.'

SILENCE........... LONG SILENCE..........

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