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The vicar's parrots

Started by Judge Foozle, January 22, 2018, 08:55:17 AM

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Judge Foozle

Just to confirm that things are not always what they seem.

In his Sunday sermon, the vicar mentioned the two parrots he kept in the parsonage, observing that his "boys" were the most pious and holy parrots on earth. Whenever they spoke they recited Bible passages, but the rest of the time they had their little eyes tightly closed, their wings clenched tightly together and their little beaks going like the clappers in deep, deep prayer and supplication.
After the service a woman approached him and reminded him of the campaign to close the nearby brothel, which had been done. She had retrieved two female parrots in a cage, and they were the most foul-mouthed, filthy-minded beasts imaginable. She wondered if the vicar could take them in and transform them into saintly  creatures like his boys - which were at that moment, deep, deep in prayer and supplication, their little eyes tightly closed, their wings clenched together and their little beaks going like the clappers.
The vicar agreed and the woman took the cage round and put it on the table next to where the boys were at that moment deep, deep in prayer and supplication.
Somewhat bewildered, the new arrivals were silent for a while, but soon realised they were in a nice place, and reverted to their normal behaviour.
"Hello ducky, wanna good time, then eh? wanna good time, get yer leg over" one of them quipped.
"Caw, show us yer knickers, fill yer boots, don't be shy" the companion added. It continued like that, the vicar becoming more and more perplexed with every new torrent of filthy language. He and the woman went away for a chat over some tea, whilst the boys were as always deep, deep in prayer and supplication.
The torrent of filth continued, and after a while, one of the boy parrots opened one little eye, had a look round and sidled up to the other one, giving him a hefty nudge with a folded wing.
"What's up?" he asked, emerging from deep, deep prayer and supplication.
The first one said excitedly:  "Don't look now, but I think our prayers have finally been answered!"