"Ah yes, Arnaldo. What can I do for you? Is there a problem?"
"Um, I am just calling to advise you, sir, that your parrot died"
"My parrot? Dead? The one that won the competition?"
"That's the one."
"Darn! That's such a pity! I spent a small fortune on that bird.
Oh well.........how did he die?"
"From eating rotten meat."
"Rotten meat? Who gave him rotten meat?"
"Nobody. He ate the meat of one of the dead horses."
"Dead horse? What dead horse Arnaldo?"
"Why, those pure breed ones that you had, sir. They died
from all that work pulling the water cart."
"Are you insane, Arnaldo? What water cart?"
"The one we used to put out the fire."
"Good Lord! What fire are you talking about, man?"
"The one at your house! A candle fell and then the
curtain caught on fire."
"What the.....!!! But there's electricity at the house!!!!
What was the candle for???"
"For the funeral."
"WHAT BLOODY FUNERAL???!!!!!"
"Your mother's! She showed up one night out of the blue and I
thought she was a thief, so I shot her."