CHET, THE PARROT
One Christmas Eve, a frenzied young man ran into a pet shop
looking for an unusual Christmas gift for his wife. The shop owner
suggested a parrot, named Chet, which could sing famous Christmas
carols.
This seemed like the perfect gift. "How do I get him to sing?" The
young man asked, excitedly.
"Simply hold a lighted match directly under
his feet," was the shop
owner's reply. The shop owner held a match under
Chet's left foot and Chet began to sing: "Jingle Bells! Jingle Bells! ..."
The shop owner then held another match under the parrot's right
foot.
Then Chet's tune changed, and the air was filled with:
"Silent Night.
HolyNight..." The young man was so impressed that he paid
the shopkeeper and ran home as quickly as he could with Chet under his
arm. When the wife saw her gift she was overwhelmed. "How beautiful!" She
exclaimed, "Can he talk?"
"No," the young man replied, "but he can
sing.
Let me show you." So the young man whipped out his lighter and placed
it under Chet's left foot, as the shopkeeper had shown him, and Chet
crooned: "Jingle Bells! Jingle Bells!...
" The man then moved the lighter to Chet's right foot, and out
came:
"Silent Night. Holy Night..."
The wife, her face filled with
curiosity, then asked, "What if we hold the
lighter between his legs?" The
man did not know. "Let's try it." He
answered, eager to please his wife. So
they held the lighter between Chet's legs.
Chet twisted his face, cleared
his throat, the little parrot sang out loudly
(like it was the performance of his life): "Chet's
nuts roasting on an open
fire...."
One Christmas Eve, a frenzied young man ran into a pet shop
looking for an unusual Christmas gift for his wife. The shop owner
suggested a parrot, named Chet, which could sing famous Christmas
carols.
This seemed like the perfect gift. "How do I get him to sing?" The
young man asked, excitedly.
"Simply hold a lighted match directly under
his feet," was the shop
owner's reply. The shop owner held a match under
Chet's left foot and Chet began to sing: "Jingle Bells! Jingle Bells! ..."
The shop owner then held another match under the parrot's right
foot.
Then Chet's tune changed, and the air was filled with:
"Silent Night.
HolyNight..." The young man was so impressed that he paid
the shopkeeper and ran home as quickly as he could with Chet under his
arm. When the wife saw her gift she was overwhelmed. "How beautiful!" She
exclaimed, "Can he talk?"
"No," the young man replied, "but he can
sing.
Let me show you." So the young man whipped out his lighter and placed
it under Chet's left foot, as the shopkeeper had shown him, and Chet
crooned: "Jingle Bells! Jingle Bells!...
" The man then moved the lighter to Chet's right foot, and out
came:
"Silent Night. Holy Night..."
The wife, her face filled with
curiosity, then asked, "What if we hold the
lighter between his legs?" The
man did not know. "Let's try it." He
answered, eager to please his wife. So
they held the lighter between Chet's legs.
Chet twisted his face, cleared
his throat, the little parrot sang out loudly
(like it was the performance of his life): "Chet's
nuts roasting on an open
fire...."
