An eccentric friend of mine went to a high class pet shop and bought two parrots which he displayed proudly in the grounds of his house out in the country. He was told that one of the parrots was a fluent talker, whilst the other was rather shy and had never said a word; albeit he showed promise and needed a little care and attention.

Once he had the pair home he approached their enclosure and started repeating inane words like “Pretty Polly … who’s a pretty boy …” and so on, in the hope that the parrots would repeat what he said; which is what parrots are supposed to do.

Praise the Lord

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