There was a man who inherited a big parrot. Every time he went to feed the parrot, it pecked the back of his hand, drawing blood. After a few days of this, the man went to a tool store. He told the clerk that he wanted to buy a file.
The clerk asked him what sort of file and for what purpose.
The man showed the clerk his hand and explained that he wanted to file the point off the parrot's beak.
The clerk told the man that this was sure to kill the parrot.
The man said he didn't much care, his hand was a mess and it hurt.
So the man bought a file and off he went.
A couple of weeks later, the clerk thought he recognized the man that had the parrot.
He reminded the man and asked how the beak-filing job turned out.
"Oh, that. Well, the parrot died."
" I predicted that, you may recall," said the clerk.
The man replied: "No, that wasn't it at all. The parrot was dead when I took his head out of the vise."
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