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The night my wife mentioned her high school reunion, I barely looked up from my phone. She stood in the kitchen, holding the invitation with a hopeful smile I didn’t fully register until it was gone. I told her, carelessly and arrogantly, that it might be awkward for her now—that she was “just” a stay-at-home mom and might feel out of place.

The words landed heavier than I intended, but I didn’t stop them. She didn’t argue. She simply nodded, folded the invitation, and placed it in a drawer.

In the days that followed, our house felt unusually quiet. She moved through routines with efficiency but little warmth, and we spoke only when necessary. I told myself it would pass, not realizing how deeply I had wounded her.

Two weeks later, a large, heavy box arrived on our porch with her name written clearly across the label. She was out running errands, so I brought it inside, curiosity getting the better of me. The box was heavier than I expected, solid and deliberate.

When I opened it, my breath caught. Inside were framed certificates, old notebooks, carefully preserved awards, and a stack of letters tied with ribbon. On top lay a handwritten note.

As I read it, the room felt smaller. She had written about dreams she once had, goals she achieved, and paths she chose willingly—how staying home to raise our children was not a lack of ambition, but a conscious, loving decision. She hadn’t stopped being capable or accomplished; she had simply redirected her strength.

I sat there for a long time, surrounded by the quiet evidence of a life I had underestimated. The letters were from former teachers and mentors who praised her leadership and determination. The notebooks held plans for projects she once led and ideas she still revisited late at night after the house was asleep.

I realized how easily I had reduced her to a single role, ignoring the depth and resilience that existed long before I entered her life. The reunion invitation, tucked into the box, suddenly felt symbolic—not of the past, but of a confidence she had momentarily allowed me to dim. When she returned home, I didn’t wait.

I told her I was sorry—not in passing, but fully, carefully. I admitted that my words came from my own insecurities and a failure to see her completely. She listened quietly, then smiled in a way that was gentle but firm.

She told me the box wasn’t meant to shame me, but to remind herself of who she was, in case she ever forgot again. That night, we talked longer than we had in months. I learned that respect isn’t shown through grand gestures, but through daily recognition of someone’s worth.

And I understood, finally, that love grows strongest when we honor not just who someone is to us—but who they are, fully, on their own.

I Underestimated My Wife — and a Box at Our Door Taught Me a Powerful Lesson #55 Read More

The night my wife mentioned her high school reunion, I barely looked up from my phone. She stood in the kitchen, holding the invitation with a hopeful smile I didn’t fully register until it was gone. I told her, carelessly and arrogantly, that it might be awkward for her now—that she was “just” a stay-at-home mom and might feel out of place.

The words landed heavier than I intended, but I didn’t stop them. She didn’t argue. She simply nodded, folded the invitation, and placed it in a drawer.

In the days that followed, our house felt unusually quiet. She moved through routines with efficiency but little warmth, and we spoke only when necessary. I told myself it would pass, not realizing how deeply I had wounded her.

Two weeks later, a large, heavy box arrived on our porch with her name written clearly across the label. She was out running errands, so I brought it inside, curiosity getting the better of me. The box was heavier than I expected, solid and deliberate.

When I opened it, my breath caught. Inside were framed certificates, old notebooks, carefully preserved awards, and a stack of letters tied with ribbon. On top lay a handwritten note.

As I read it, the room felt smaller. She had written about dreams she once had, goals she achieved, and paths she chose willingly—how staying home to raise our children was not a lack of ambition, but a conscious, loving decision. She hadn’t stopped being capable or accomplished; she had simply redirected her strength.

I sat there for a long time, surrounded by the quiet evidence of a life I had underestimated. The letters were from former teachers and mentors who praised her leadership and determination. The notebooks held plans for projects she once led and ideas she still revisited late at night after the house was asleep.

I realized how easily I had reduced her to a single role, ignoring the depth and resilience that existed long before I entered her life. The reunion invitation, tucked into the box, suddenly felt symbolic—not of the past, but of a confidence she had momentarily allowed me to dim. When she returned home, I didn’t wait.

I told her I was sorry—not in passing, but fully, carefully. I admitted that my words came from my own insecurities and a failure to see her completely. She listened quietly, then smiled in a way that was gentle but firm.

She told me the box wasn’t meant to shame me, but to remind herself of who she was, in case she ever forgot again. That night, we talked longer than we had in months. I learned that respect isn’t shown through grand gestures, but through daily recognition of someone’s worth.

And I understood, finally, that love grows strongest when we honor not just who someone is to us—but who they are, fully, on their own.

I Underestimated My Wife — and a Box at Our Door Taught Me a Powerful Lesson #54 Read More

A lady goes into a pet store one day. “I’m really lonely,” she says to the clerk. “I need a pet to keep me company.”

“Well,” replies the clerk, “how about this nice parrot?

He’ll talk to you.”

“Hey, that’s great,” says the lady. She buys the parrot and takes him home. The next day the lady comes back to the pet store.

“You know, that parrot isn’t talking to me yet,” she says. “Hmm, let’s see,” says the clerk. “I know!

You buy this little ladder for his cage. He’ll climb the ladder, and then he’ll talk.” So off she goes with a newly purchased ladder. The next day she comes back again.

“Hey, that parrot still hasn’t said a word,” she says to the pet-store clerk. He thinks a minute. “How about this little mirror?” he says.

“You hang it at the top of the ladder. The parrot will climb the ladder, look in the mirror, and then he’ll talk to you.”

“Okay,” she says, and buys the little mirror and goes home. But the next day that same lady is back in the shop.

“Well, I’m getting a bit discouraged,” she says. “That parrot still won’t talk to me.”

The clerk scratches his head. “Let me think.

Aha! Try this bell. You hang it over the mirror.

The parrot will climb the ladder, look in the mirror, ring the bell, and then he will surely talk to you!”

“All right, I’ll give it a try,” says the lady. And she buys the bell and takes it home. The next day the same lady comes back to the pet shop, and she is very distressed.

“What’s wrong?” asks the clerk. “My parrot … well, he died,” she answers quietly. “Oh my gosh!

I’m so sorry for your loss!” exclaims the clerk. “But I have to ask you, did the parrot ever say anything to you?”

“Oh yes, he said one thing, right before he died,” she replies. “Well, what did he say?” asks the clerk.

The lady replies, “He said, ‘Doesn’t that store carry any food?’”

A magician had landed a comfortable job on a cruise ship. His act was rendered hilarious by his parrot who would ridicule the magician after every trick, saying “Big deal, the cards up his sleeve.” or “He put the ball in a hidden floor, the big faker!”

One night the ship began to sink and while confusion reigned, the magician was just barely able to get to a tiny life boat with his beloved parrot. For two days the magician and parrot floated on the rough seas.

Strangely, the parrot sat on the opposite end of the craft just staring at the magician. Finally, on the fourth day, the parrot screamed “Okay, I give up… where the hell did you put the god damned boat!”

A trio of old veterans were bragging and jokes
about the heroic exploits of their ancestors one afternoon down at the VFW hall. “My great grandfather, at age 13,” one declared proudly, “was a drummer boy at Shiloh.”

“Mine,” boasts another, “went down with Custer at the Battle of Little Big Horn.”

“I’m the only soldier in my family,” confessed vet number three, “but if my great grandfather was living today he’d be the most famous man in the world.”

“Really?

What’d he do?” his friends wanted to know. “Nothing much… But he would be 165 years old.”

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A lady goes into a pet store one day. “I’m really lonely,” she says to the clerk. “I need a pet to keep me company.”

“Well,” replies the clerk, “how about this nice parrot?

He’ll talk to you.”

“Hey, that’s great,” says the lady. She buys the parrot and takes him home. The next day the lady comes back to the pet store.

“You know, that parrot isn’t talking to me yet,” she says. “Hmm, let’s see,” says the clerk. “I know!

You buy this little ladder for his cage. He’ll climb the ladder, and then he’ll talk.” So off she goes with a newly purchased ladder. The next day she comes back again.

“Hey, that parrot still hasn’t said a word,” she says to the pet-store clerk. He thinks a minute. “How about this little mirror?” he says.

“You hang it at the top of the ladder. The parrot will climb the ladder, look in the mirror, and then he’ll talk to you.”

“Okay,” she says, and buys the little mirror and goes home. But the next day that same lady is back in the shop.

“Well, I’m getting a bit discouraged,” she says. “That parrot still won’t talk to me.”

The clerk scratches his head. “Let me think.

Aha! Try this bell. You hang it over the mirror.

The parrot will climb the ladder, look in the mirror, ring the bell, and then he will surely talk to you!”

“All right, I’ll give it a try,” says the lady. And she buys the bell and takes it home. The next day the same lady comes back to the pet shop, and she is very distressed.

“What’s wrong?” asks the clerk. “My parrot … well, he died,” she answers quietly. “Oh my gosh!

I’m so sorry for your loss!” exclaims the clerk. “But I have to ask you, did the parrot ever say anything to you?”

“Oh yes, he said one thing, right before he died,” she replies. “Well, what did he say?” asks the clerk.

The lady replies, “He said, ‘Doesn’t that store carry any food?’”

A magician had landed a comfortable job on a cruise ship. His act was rendered hilarious by his parrot who would ridicule the magician after every trick, saying “Big deal, the cards up his sleeve.” or “He put the ball in a hidden floor, the big faker!”

One night the ship began to sink and while confusion reigned, the magician was just barely able to get to a tiny life boat with his beloved parrot. For two days the magician and parrot floated on the rough seas.

Strangely, the parrot sat on the opposite end of the craft just staring at the magician. Finally, on the fourth day, the parrot screamed “Okay, I give up… where the hell did you put the god damned boat!”

A trio of old veterans were bragging and jokes
about the heroic exploits of their ancestors one afternoon down at the VFW hall. “My great grandfather, at age 13,” one declared proudly, “was a drummer boy at Shiloh.”

“Mine,” boasts another, “went down with Custer at the Battle of Little Big Horn.”

“I’m the only soldier in my family,” confessed vet number three, “but if my great grandfather was living today he’d be the most famous man in the world.”

“Really?

What’d he do?” his friends wanted to know. “Nothing much… But he would be 165 years old.”

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A lady goes into a pet store one day. “I’m really lonely,” she says to the clerk. “I need a pet to keep me company.”

“Well,” replies the clerk, “how about this nice parrot?

He’ll talk to you.”

“Hey, that’s great,” says the lady. She buys the parrot and takes him home. The next day the lady comes back to the pet store.

“You know, that parrot isn’t talking to me yet,” she says. “Hmm, let’s see,” says the clerk. “I know!

You buy this little ladder for his cage. He’ll climb the ladder, and then he’ll talk.” So off she goes with a newly purchased ladder. The next day she comes back again.

“Hey, that parrot still hasn’t said a word,” she says to the pet-store clerk. He thinks a minute. “How about this little mirror?” he says.

“You hang it at the top of the ladder. The parrot will climb the ladder, look in the mirror, and then he’ll talk to you.”

“Okay,” she says, and buys the little mirror and goes home. But the next day that same lady is back in the shop.

“Well, I’m getting a bit discouraged,” she says. “That parrot still won’t talk to me.”

The clerk scratches his head. “Let me think.

Aha! Try this bell. You hang it over the mirror.

The parrot will climb the ladder, look in the mirror, ring the bell, and then he will surely talk to you!”

“All right, I’ll give it a try,” says the lady. And she buys the bell and takes it home. The next day the same lady comes back to the pet shop, and she is very distressed.

“What’s wrong?” asks the clerk. “My parrot … well, he died,” she answers quietly. “Oh my gosh!

I’m so sorry for your loss!” exclaims the clerk. “But I have to ask you, did the parrot ever say anything to you?”

“Oh yes, he said one thing, right before he died,” she replies. “Well, what did he say?” asks the clerk.

The lady replies, “He said, ‘Doesn’t that store carry any food?’”

A magician had landed a comfortable job on a cruise ship. His act was rendered hilarious by his parrot who would ridicule the magician after every trick, saying “Big deal, the cards up his sleeve.” or “He put the ball in a hidden floor, the big faker!”

One night the ship began to sink and while confusion reigned, the magician was just barely able to get to a tiny life boat with his beloved parrot. For two days the magician and parrot floated on the rough seas.

Strangely, the parrot sat on the opposite end of the craft just staring at the magician. Finally, on the fourth day, the parrot screamed “Okay, I give up… where the hell did you put the god damned boat!”

A trio of old veterans were bragging and jokes
about the heroic exploits of their ancestors one afternoon down at the VFW hall. “My great grandfather, at age 13,” one declared proudly, “was a drummer boy at Shiloh.”

“Mine,” boasts another, “went down with Custer at the Battle of Little Big Horn.”

“I’m the only soldier in my family,” confessed vet number three, “but if my great grandfather was living today he’d be the most famous man in the world.”

“Really?

What’d he do?” his friends wanted to know. “Nothing much… But he would be 165 years old.”

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A lady goes into a pet store one day. “I’m really lonely,” she says to the clerk. “I need a pet to keep me company.”

“Well,” replies the clerk, “how about this nice parrot?

He’ll talk to you.”

“Hey, that’s great,” says the lady. She buys the parrot and takes him home. The next day the lady comes back to the pet store.

“You know, that parrot isn’t talking to me yet,” she says. “Hmm, let’s see,” says the clerk. “I know!

You buy this little ladder for his cage. He’ll climb the ladder, and then he’ll talk.” So off she goes with a newly purchased ladder. The next day she comes back again.

“Hey, that parrot still hasn’t said a word,” she says to the pet-store clerk. He thinks a minute. “How about this little mirror?” he says.

“You hang it at the top of the ladder. The parrot will climb the ladder, look in the mirror, and then he’ll talk to you.”

“Okay,” she says, and buys the little mirror and goes home. But the next day that same lady is back in the shop.

“Well, I’m getting a bit discouraged,” she says. “That parrot still won’t talk to me.”

The clerk scratches his head. “Let me think.

Aha! Try this bell. You hang it over the mirror.

The parrot will climb the ladder, look in the mirror, ring the bell, and then he will surely talk to you!”

“All right, I’ll give it a try,” says the lady. And she buys the bell and takes it home. The next day the same lady comes back to the pet shop, and she is very distressed.

“What’s wrong?” asks the clerk. “My parrot … well, he died,” she answers quietly. “Oh my gosh!

I’m so sorry for your loss!” exclaims the clerk. “But I have to ask you, did the parrot ever say anything to you?”

“Oh yes, he said one thing, right before he died,” she replies. “Well, what did he say?” asks the clerk.

The lady replies, “He said, ‘Doesn’t that store carry any food?’”

A magician had landed a comfortable job on a cruise ship. His act was rendered hilarious by his parrot who would ridicule the magician after every trick, saying “Big deal, the cards up his sleeve.” or “He put the ball in a hidden floor, the big faker!”

One night the ship began to sink and while confusion reigned, the magician was just barely able to get to a tiny life boat with his beloved parrot. For two days the magician and parrot floated on the rough seas.

Strangely, the parrot sat on the opposite end of the craft just staring at the magician. Finally, on the fourth day, the parrot screamed “Okay, I give up… where the hell did you put the god damned boat!”

A trio of old veterans were bragging and jokes
about the heroic exploits of their ancestors one afternoon down at the VFW hall. “My great grandfather, at age 13,” one declared proudly, “was a drummer boy at Shiloh.”

“Mine,” boasts another, “went down with Custer at the Battle of Little Big Horn.”

“I’m the only soldier in my family,” confessed vet number three, “but if my great grandfather was living today he’d be the most famous man in the world.”

“Really?

What’d he do?” his friends wanted to know. “Nothing much… But he would be 165 years old.”

I Need A Pet To Keep Me Company #58 Read More

A lady goes into a pet store one day. “I’m really lonely,” she says to the clerk. “I need a pet to keep me company.”

“Well,” replies the clerk, “how about this nice parrot?

He’ll talk to you.”

“Hey, that’s great,” says the lady. She buys the parrot and takes him home. The next day the lady comes back to the pet store.

“You know, that parrot isn’t talking to me yet,” she says. “Hmm, let’s see,” says the clerk. “I know!

You buy this little ladder for his cage. He’ll climb the ladder, and then he’ll talk.” So off she goes with a newly purchased ladder. The next day she comes back again.

“Hey, that parrot still hasn’t said a word,” she says to the pet-store clerk. He thinks a minute. “How about this little mirror?” he says.

“You hang it at the top of the ladder. The parrot will climb the ladder, look in the mirror, and then he’ll talk to you.”

“Okay,” she says, and buys the little mirror and goes home. But the next day that same lady is back in the shop.

“Well, I’m getting a bit discouraged,” she says. “That parrot still won’t talk to me.”

The clerk scratches his head. “Let me think.

Aha! Try this bell. You hang it over the mirror.

The parrot will climb the ladder, look in the mirror, ring the bell, and then he will surely talk to you!”

“All right, I’ll give it a try,” says the lady. And she buys the bell and takes it home. The next day the same lady comes back to the pet shop, and she is very distressed.

“What’s wrong?” asks the clerk. “My parrot … well, he died,” she answers quietly. “Oh my gosh!

I’m so sorry for your loss!” exclaims the clerk. “But I have to ask you, did the parrot ever say anything to you?”

“Oh yes, he said one thing, right before he died,” she replies. “Well, what did he say?” asks the clerk.

The lady replies, “He said, ‘Doesn’t that store carry any food?’”

A magician had landed a comfortable job on a cruise ship. His act was rendered hilarious by his parrot who would ridicule the magician after every trick, saying “Big deal, the cards up his sleeve.” or “He put the ball in a hidden floor, the big faker!”

One night the ship began to sink and while confusion reigned, the magician was just barely able to get to a tiny life boat with his beloved parrot. For two days the magician and parrot floated on the rough seas.

Strangely, the parrot sat on the opposite end of the craft just staring at the magician. Finally, on the fourth day, the parrot screamed “Okay, I give up… where the hell did you put the god damned boat!”

A trio of old veterans were bragging and jokes
about the heroic exploits of their ancestors one afternoon down at the VFW hall. “My great grandfather, at age 13,” one declared proudly, “was a drummer boy at Shiloh.”

“Mine,” boasts another, “went down with Custer at the Battle of Little Big Horn.”

“I’m the only soldier in my family,” confessed vet number three, “but if my great grandfather was living today he’d be the most famous man in the world.”

“Really?

What’d he do?” his friends wanted to know. “Nothing much… But he would be 165 years old.”

I Need A Pet To Keep Me Company #57 Read More

A lady goes into a pet store one day. “I’m really lonely,” she says to the clerk. “I need a pet to keep me company.”

“Well,” replies the clerk, “how about this nice parrot?

He’ll talk to you.”

“Hey, that’s great,” says the lady. She buys the parrot and takes him home. The next day the lady comes back to the pet store.

“You know, that parrot isn’t talking to me yet,” she says. “Hmm, let’s see,” says the clerk. “I know!

You buy this little ladder for his cage. He’ll climb the ladder, and then he’ll talk.” So off she goes with a newly purchased ladder. The next day she comes back again.

“Hey, that parrot still hasn’t said a word,” she says to the pet-store clerk. He thinks a minute. “How about this little mirror?” he says.

“You hang it at the top of the ladder. The parrot will climb the ladder, look in the mirror, and then he’ll talk to you.”

“Okay,” she says, and buys the little mirror and goes home. But the next day that same lady is back in the shop.

“Well, I’m getting a bit discouraged,” she says. “That parrot still won’t talk to me.”

The clerk scratches his head. “Let me think.

Aha! Try this bell. You hang it over the mirror.

The parrot will climb the ladder, look in the mirror, ring the bell, and then he will surely talk to you!”

“All right, I’ll give it a try,” says the lady. And she buys the bell and takes it home. The next day the same lady comes back to the pet shop, and she is very distressed.

“What’s wrong?” asks the clerk. “My parrot … well, he died,” she answers quietly. “Oh my gosh!

I’m so sorry for your loss!” exclaims the clerk. “But I have to ask you, did the parrot ever say anything to you?”

“Oh yes, he said one thing, right before he died,” she replies. “Well, what did he say?” asks the clerk.

The lady replies, “He said, ‘Doesn’t that store carry any food?’”

A magician had landed a comfortable job on a cruise ship. His act was rendered hilarious by his parrot who would ridicule the magician after every trick, saying “Big deal, the cards up his sleeve.” or “He put the ball in a hidden floor, the big faker!”

One night the ship began to sink and while confusion reigned, the magician was just barely able to get to a tiny life boat with his beloved parrot. For two days the magician and parrot floated on the rough seas.

Strangely, the parrot sat on the opposite end of the craft just staring at the magician. Finally, on the fourth day, the parrot screamed “Okay, I give up… where the hell did you put the god damned boat!”

A trio of old veterans were bragging and jokes
about the heroic exploits of their ancestors one afternoon down at the VFW hall. “My great grandfather, at age 13,” one declared proudly, “was a drummer boy at Shiloh.”

“Mine,” boasts another, “went down with Custer at the Battle of Little Big Horn.”

“I’m the only soldier in my family,” confessed vet number three, “but if my great grandfather was living today he’d be the most famous man in the world.”

“Really?

What’d he do?” his friends wanted to know. “Nothing much… But he would be 165 years old.”

I Need A Pet To Keep Me Company #56 Read More

A lady goes into a pet store one day. “I’m really lonely,” she says to the clerk. “I need a pet to keep me company.”

“Well,” replies the clerk, “how about this nice parrot?

He’ll talk to you.”

“Hey, that’s great,” says the lady. She buys the parrot and takes him home. The next day the lady comes back to the pet store.

“You know, that parrot isn’t talking to me yet,” she says. “Hmm, let’s see,” says the clerk. “I know!

You buy this little ladder for his cage. He’ll climb the ladder, and then he’ll talk.” So off she goes with a newly purchased ladder. The next day she comes back again.

“Hey, that parrot still hasn’t said a word,” she says to the pet-store clerk. He thinks a minute. “How about this little mirror?” he says.

“You hang it at the top of the ladder. The parrot will climb the ladder, look in the mirror, and then he’ll talk to you.”

“Okay,” she says, and buys the little mirror and goes home. But the next day that same lady is back in the shop.

“Well, I’m getting a bit discouraged,” she says. “That parrot still won’t talk to me.”

The clerk scratches his head. “Let me think.

Aha! Try this bell. You hang it over the mirror.

The parrot will climb the ladder, look in the mirror, ring the bell, and then he will surely talk to you!”

“All right, I’ll give it a try,” says the lady. And she buys the bell and takes it home. The next day the same lady comes back to the pet shop, and she is very distressed.

“What’s wrong?” asks the clerk. “My parrot … well, he died,” she answers quietly. “Oh my gosh!

I’m so sorry for your loss!” exclaims the clerk. “But I have to ask you, did the parrot ever say anything to you?”

“Oh yes, he said one thing, right before he died,” she replies. “Well, what did he say?” asks the clerk.

The lady replies, “He said, ‘Doesn’t that store carry any food?’”

A magician had landed a comfortable job on a cruise ship. His act was rendered hilarious by his parrot who would ridicule the magician after every trick, saying “Big deal, the cards up his sleeve.” or “He put the ball in a hidden floor, the big faker!”

One night the ship began to sink and while confusion reigned, the magician was just barely able to get to a tiny life boat with his beloved parrot. For two days the magician and parrot floated on the rough seas.

Strangely, the parrot sat on the opposite end of the craft just staring at the magician. Finally, on the fourth day, the parrot screamed “Okay, I give up… where the hell did you put the god damned boat!”

A trio of old veterans were bragging and jokes
about the heroic exploits of their ancestors one afternoon down at the VFW hall. “My great grandfather, at age 13,” one declared proudly, “was a drummer boy at Shiloh.”

“Mine,” boasts another, “went down with Custer at the Battle of Little Big Horn.”

“I’m the only soldier in my family,” confessed vet number three, “but if my great grandfather was living today he’d be the most famous man in the world.”

“Really?

What’d he do?” his friends wanted to know. “Nothing much… But he would be 165 years old.”

I Need A Pet To Keep Me Company #55 Read More

A lady goes into a pet store one day. “I’m really lonely,” she says to the clerk. “I need a pet to keep me company.”

“Well,” replies the clerk, “how about this nice parrot?

He’ll talk to you.”

“Hey, that’s great,” says the lady. She buys the parrot and takes him home. The next day the lady comes back to the pet store.

“You know, that parrot isn’t talking to me yet,” she says. “Hmm, let’s see,” says the clerk. “I know!

You buy this little ladder for his cage. He’ll climb the ladder, and then he’ll talk.” So off she goes with a newly purchased ladder. The next day she comes back again.

“Hey, that parrot still hasn’t said a word,” she says to the pet-store clerk. He thinks a minute. “How about this little mirror?” he says.

“You hang it at the top of the ladder. The parrot will climb the ladder, look in the mirror, and then he’ll talk to you.”

“Okay,” she says, and buys the little mirror and goes home. But the next day that same lady is back in the shop.

“Well, I’m getting a bit discouraged,” she says. “That parrot still won’t talk to me.”

The clerk scratches his head. “Let me think.

Aha! Try this bell. You hang it over the mirror.

The parrot will climb the ladder, look in the mirror, ring the bell, and then he will surely talk to you!”

“All right, I’ll give it a try,” says the lady. And she buys the bell and takes it home. The next day the same lady comes back to the pet shop, and she is very distressed.

“What’s wrong?” asks the clerk. “My parrot … well, he died,” she answers quietly. “Oh my gosh!

I’m so sorry for your loss!” exclaims the clerk. “But I have to ask you, did the parrot ever say anything to you?”

“Oh yes, he said one thing, right before he died,” she replies. “Well, what did he say?” asks the clerk.

The lady replies, “He said, ‘Doesn’t that store carry any food?’”

A magician had landed a comfortable job on a cruise ship. His act was rendered hilarious by his parrot who would ridicule the magician after every trick, saying “Big deal, the cards up his sleeve.” or “He put the ball in a hidden floor, the big faker!”

One night the ship began to sink and while confusion reigned, the magician was just barely able to get to a tiny life boat with his beloved parrot. For two days the magician and parrot floated on the rough seas.

Strangely, the parrot sat on the opposite end of the craft just staring at the magician. Finally, on the fourth day, the parrot screamed “Okay, I give up… where the hell did you put the god damned boat!”

A trio of old veterans were bragging and jokes
about the heroic exploits of their ancestors one afternoon down at the VFW hall. “My great grandfather, at age 13,” one declared proudly, “was a drummer boy at Shiloh.”

“Mine,” boasts another, “went down with Custer at the Battle of Little Big Horn.”

“I’m the only soldier in my family,” confessed vet number three, “but if my great grandfather was living today he’d be the most famous man in the world.”

“Really?

What’d he do?” his friends wanted to know. “Nothing much… But he would be 165 years old.”

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