This wasn’t your typical sweet-talking parrot. Oh no. This bird was full-grown, foul-mouthed, and ruder than a sailor on bad coffee. David tried kindness, soft music, even classical radio—nothing worked. Be polite, it swore. Yell, it screamed louder. It was basically a feathery gangster.
One day, at his wit’s end, David shoved the parrot in the freezer for a few seconds. Chaos ensued—squawks, scratches, frozen feathers—but then… silence. He opened the door. The parrot stepped out, frost-tipped feathers, and said:
“Sir, I apologize for my behavior. I’ll be a model bird from now on. Please forgive me.”
David blinked. The parrot leaned closer and whispered: “…So… what exactly did the chicken do?”
