> Subject: The Parrot Died
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> The Parrot Died At dawn the telephone rings.
> "Hello, Seņor Roy ? This is Ernesto, the Caretaker at your country house."
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> "Ah yes, Ernesto. What can I do for you? Is there a problem?"
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> "Um, I am just calling to advise you, Seņor Roy, that your parrot, he is dead".
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> "My parrot? Dead? The one that won the International competition?"
> "Si, Seņor, that's the one."
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> "Damn! That's a pity! I spent a small fortune on that bird. What did he die from?"
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> "From eating the rotten meat, Seņor Roy."
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> "Rotten meat? Who the hell fed him rotten meat?"
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> "Nobody, Seņor. He ate the meat of the dead horse."
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> "Dead horse? What dead horse?"
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> "The thoroughbred, Seņor Roy."
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> "My prize thoroughbred is dead?"
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> "Yes, Seņor Roy, he died from all that work pulling the water cart."
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> "Are you insane? What water cart?"
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> "The one we used to put out the fire, Seņor."
> "Good Lord! What fire are you talking about, man?"
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> "The one at your house, Seņor! A candle fell and the curtains caught on fire."
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> "What the hell? Are you saying that my mansion is destroyed because of a candle?!"
> "Yes, Seņor Roy ."
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> "But there's electricity at the house! What was the candle for?"
> "For the funeral, Seņor Roy."
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> "WHAT BLOODY FUNERAL??!!"
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> "Your wife's, Seņor Roy. She showed up very late one night and I thought she was a thief so, I hit her with your new Ping G20 204g titanium head golf club with the TFC 149D graphite shaft."
> SILENCE...........
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> LONG SILENCE.........
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> VERY LONG SILENCE............
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"Ernesto, if you broke that driver, you're in deep ****.
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