"Hello, Señor Bob? 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, Señor Bob, that your parrot, he is dead".
"My
parrot? Dead? The one that won the International competition?"
"Si, Señor, 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, Señor
Bob."
"Rotten meat? Who the hell fed him
rotten meat?"
"Nobody, Señor. He ate the meat of
the dead horse."
"Dead horse? What dead horse?"
"The thoroughbred, Señor Bob
..."
"My prize thoroughbred is dead?"
"Yes, Señor Bob, 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,
Señor."
"Good Lord! What fire are you talking
about, man?"
"The one at your house, Señor! 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, Señor Bob."
"But there's electricity at the
house! What was the candle for?"
"For the funeral, Señor Bob ..."
"WHAT BLOODY FUNERAL??!!"
"Your wife's, Señor Bob. She showed
up very late one night and I thought she was a thief, so I hit her with your
new Ping G30 204g titanium head golf club with the TFC 149D graphite
shaft."
SILENCE...........
LONG SILENCE.........
VERY LONG SILENCE............
"Ernesto, if you broke that driver,
you're in deep shit."
