Laughter - the best medicine

A young guy named Mark got a parrot for his birthday. But this was no ordinary bird… oh no.

This parrot had the mouth of a drunken pirate on payday.

It cussed. It insulted. It even made fun of Mark’s haircut.

Mark tried everything—kind words, calming music, even educational YouTube videos.

Nothing worked.

One day, completely fed up, Mark shouted at the parrot.

The parrot shouted back—worse than ever.

Mark grabbed the cage and shook it. The parrot exploded with even more colorful language.

Finally, Mark lost it. He opened the freezer, put the parrot in, and slammed the door shut.

There was squawking… kicking… flapping…

And then—complete silence.

After a long, still minute, Mark panicked. “Oh no… what have I done?”

He flung the freezer open.

Out stepped the parrot, calm as ever. It climbed onto Mark’s arm, cleared its throat, and said:

“Sir, I want to apologize deeply for my rude behavior. I was completely out of line, and I intend to become a much more civilized parrot moving forward.”

Mark blinked in shock.

Before he could say a word, the parrot leaned in and whispered:

“…May I ask what the chicken did?”
 
So am in Durham with the grandkids. Bit of a cultural weekend. Done Seaham Tommy and Wheatley Hill Cemetery.
Anyway we are in the Hotel getting ready to go out for the night and a film is on the Telly.
I said. “ who wrote the book for this Film”. Kids didn’t know. The answer was JK Rowling.
So I said “J” No answer “ K”.
Granddaughter said “ LNOP”.
I nearly fell of the bed laughing.
 
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