But this wasn’t your typical, charming parrot—far from it.
This bird was fully grown, bad-tempered, and cursed like a grumpy sailor without caffeine. Every other word out of its beak was rude, crude, or flat-out offensive.
David tried everything to reform this foul-mouthed fluffball. He spoke gently, played calming music—even switched to classical radio. Nothing worked. The kinder he was, the worse the parrot behaved. If David raised his voice, the parrot shouted back louder. Threats? Useless. It just hurled more insults. Living with it was like sharing space with a tiny, feathered gangster.
One day, fed up beyond reason, David snapped. In a last-ditch effort, he placed the parrot in the freezer for just a few seconds to “chill out.” The bird went ballistic—squawking, scratching, flapping like mad—then… silence.
Terrified, David flung the door open. Out stepped the parrot, cool and composed, eyes wide, feathers frosted. In a calm, respectful tone, it said, “Sir, I sincerely apologize for my previous behavior. I have seen the error of my ways and will strive to be an exemplary bird moving forward.”
David stood there, speechless.
Then, the parrot leaned closer and whispered, “If I may ask… what exactly did the chicken do?”
