The Parrot. The caf in our village has shut.

The couple who ran it left when their parrot died. They had kept the place open for it, since it was a genial bird. The parrot called everyone who entered idiots; people laughed no one took offence, or so we all thought. But someone must have taken umbrage, it was shot through the window when the caf was empty. Feather everywhere the village was shocked, who could do such a shameful deed? The culprit, was a farmer, who had drunk his coffee at the caf for twenty odd years, and had enough of being called an idiot. The moral of this sad tale, if there is any: if you call a man an idiot long enough he will end up being one.