Caretaker
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 died."
"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 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 one night
out of the blue and I thought she was a thief, so
I hit her with your new Tiger Woods Nike Driver."
SILENCE... LONG SILENCE...
"Ernesto, if you broke that driver, you're in big, big
trouble
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