At dawn the telephone rings, "Hello, Senior Rod?
This is Ernesto, the caretaker at your country house."
"Ah yes, Ernesto. What can I do for you? Is there a problem?"
"Umm, I am just calling to tell you that your parrot , he is dead."
"My parrot? Dead?" "The one that won the international competition?"
"Si Senior, that is the one."
"Damn! That is a pity! I spent a small fortune on that bird."
"What did he die from?"
"From eating the rotten meat, Senior Rod."
"Rotten meat?" Who the hell fed him rotten meat?"
"Nobody Senior." "He ate the meat of the dead horse."
"Dead horse?" "What dead horse?"
"The thoroughbred, Senior Rod."
"My prize thoroughbred is DEAD?"
"Yes, Senior 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, Senior."
"Good Lord!" "What fire are you talking about, man?"
"The one at your house, Senior!" "A candle fell and the
curtains, they caught on fire."
"What the Hell?" "Are you saying that my mansion is
destroyed because of a candle?"
"Yes, Senior Rod."
"But there's electricity at the house!" "What was the
candle for?"
"For the funeral, Senior Rod."
"WHAT BLOODY FUNERAL?"
'Your wife's, Senior Rod."
"She showed up very late one
night and I thought she was a thief. So I shot her with
your new Kreighoff Limited Edition Custom Gold Engraved
Trap Special with the custom-made Wenig Exhibition
Grade Stock."
SILENCE......LONG SILENCE......VERY LONG SILENCE......
"Ernesto, if you scratched that shotgun, you're in deep sh*t!!"
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