At dawn the telephone rings…

“Hello, Master Carlos? This is Arnaldo your country
house caretaker”

“Ah yes, Mr. Arnaldo. What can I do for you? Is there
a problem?”

“Um, I am just calling to advise you, sir, that your
parrot died”

“My parrot? Dead? The one that won the competition?”

“That’s the one.”

“Darn! That’s such a pity! I spent a small fortune on
that bird. Oh well…
what did he die from?”

“From eating rotten meat.”

“Rotten meat? Who was so mean as to give him meat?”

“Nobody. He ate the meat of one of the dead horses.”

“Dead horse? What dead horse Mr. Arnaldo?”

“Why, those pure breed ones that you had, sir. They
died from all that
work pulling the water cart.”

“Are you insane? What water cart?”

“The one we used to put out the fire.”

! “Good Lord! What fire are you talking about, man?”

“The one at your house! A candle fell and then the
curtain caught
on fire.”

“What the…!!! But there’s electricity at the
house!!!!
What was the candle for???”

“For the funeral.”

“WHAT BLOODY FUNERAL???!!!!!”

“Your mother’s! She showed up one night out of the
blue and I thought
she was a thief, so I shot her.”

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