I told him, I couldn’t help him!

A young man named George brought a parrott into my office Friday.  

A parrott !

He said it needed counseling.   Could I help?

I pointed out to George that birds were not my expertise and I didn’t see how I could help him.  After some discussion, he convinced me to keep the bird overnight and see what I could do.

Well………..

I found out in a short time,
The parrot had a bad attitude and an even worse vocabulary.
Every word out of the bird’s mouth was rude,
obnoxious and laced with profanity. 

I had no patients scheduled for the rest of the morning so I decided to give this bird some attention.
I tried and tried to change the bird’s attitude
by consistently saying only polite words,
playing soft music and anything else I could
think of to “clean up” the bird’s vocabulary.
Finally, I was fed up and I yelled at the parrot.
The parrot yelled back.
I shook the parrot and the parrot got angrier and even ruder.

In desperation, I threw up my hands,
grabbed the bird and put him in the freezer.
For a few minutes the parrot squawked and kicked and screamed. 
Then suddenly there was total quiet.

Not a peep was heard for over a minute.

What would George say when he came in tomorrow to pick up his bird. 

I was worried that George would not understand.
Fearing that I’d hurt the parrot,
I quickly opened the door to the freezer.

To my amazement,
The parrot calmly stepped out onto
my outstretched arms and said,
“I believe I may have offended you with my
rude language and actions.
I’m sincerely remorseful for
my inappropriate transgressions and
I fully intend to do everything
I can to correct my rude and unforgivable behavior.”
I was stunned at the change in the bird’s attitude.
And as I was about to ask the parrot what had made
such a dramatic change in his behavior, the bird continued,
“May I ask what the turkey did?”

This is,

Dr. Bill

Be safe, be well, and remember,

*A laugh a day, Keeps the Doctor away*