"Ah yes, Ernesto. What can I do for you? Is there a problem?"
"Um, I am just calling to advise you Señor Bob, that your parrot...he is dead"
"My parrot? Dead? The one that won the international competition?"
"Si, Señor, that's the one."
"Damn! That's a pity! I spent a small fortune on that bird. What did he die from?"
"From eating the rotten meat, Señor Bob."
"Rotten meat? Who fed him rotten meat?"
"Nobody, Señor. He ate the meat of the dead horse."
"Dead horse? What dead horse?"
"The thoroughbred, Señor Bob .."
"My prize thoroughbred is dead?"
"Yes, Señor Bob, he died from all that work pulling the water cart."
"Are you insane? What water cart?"
"The one we used to put out the fire, Señor."
"Good Lord! What fire are you talking about, man?"
"The one at your house, Señor! A candle fell and the curtains caught on fire."
"What, are you saying that my mansion is destroyed because of a candle?!"
"Yes, Señor Bob."
"But there's electricity at the house! What was the candle for?"
"For the funeral, Señor Bob .."
"What funeral?!"
"Your wife's, Señor Bob. She showed up very late one night and I thought she was a thief, so I hit her with one of your new golf clubs, the driver I believe."
Silence... Long silence...... Very long silence............
"Ernesto, if you broke that driver...?"
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