Don’t Ask, by Johann Lux

(F.F.F. Website Story)

My neighbor Jack was a Chief in the U.S. Navy. A lifer, Jack retired, lived on a small farm and passed away in his sleep.

Jack’s lawyer informed me that I inherited Jack’s beloved pet parrot, and left the bird on my porch.

While feeding the bird cashews, I asked if Polly wanted a cracker. The bird immediately responded with a string of profanities; including where I could stick the cracker.

Days later, three people promoting their religion arrived at my door. The elderly woman in the trio handed me a pamphlet and jokingly asked, “Does Polly want a cracker?”


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s