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
Taylormade R580 XD golf club.'
 
 
SILENCE . . . . . . . . . . . . . LONG SILENCE .
. . . . . . . . . 
 
 
'Ernesto, if you broke that fu**in driver,
you're in deep **** !!!!