Once upon a time, in a quaint little town, there lived a mischievous lady who had an amusing predicament. She owned two vibrant and talkative female parrots, but they had an unusual habit—repeating a scandalous phrase that left her red-faced.
These feathery troublemakers would chirp, “Hi, we’re prostitutes. Do you want to have some fun?” Oh, the embarrassment she felt each time those words echoed through her humble abode!
Determined to find a solution, the lady sought counsel from her wise parish priest. With a touch of apprehension, she spilled her feathery conundrum to the priest, who listened attentively. His eyebrows arched in shock as he proclaimed, “That’s utterly obscene! No wonder you’re mortified, my dear.”
However, ever the resourceful clergyman, the priest pondered for a moment, a glimmer of inspiration twinkling in his eyes. “Fear not, for I believe I may have the perfect remedy to your avian predicament,” he proclaimed with a confident smile. “You see, I possess two male parrots who have been tutored in the sacred arts of prayer and scripture. Allow me to introduce your parrots to Francis and Job, and let us witness the transformative power of faith. I have faith that your parrots will abandon that phrase in no time, my dear.”
Grateful for the prospect of a resolution, the lady’s spirits lifted, and she gratefully accepted the priest’s proposition. The very next day, she arrived at the priest’s cozy home, her female parrots perched on her shoulder. As she stepped inside, her eyes widened in awe. There, within a splendid cage, the two male parrots sat devoutly, clutching their rosary beads and uttering prayers of devotion. It was an enchanting sight to behold.
Filled with admiration, the lady carefully introduced her chatty parrots into the company of Francis and Job, hoping fervently for a miraculous change. To her surprise, it took only a matter of seconds before her parrots joined in, squawking in unison,
“Hi, we’re prostitutes. Do you want to have some fun?”
The room fell into stunned silence, as if time itself had momentarily frozen. But amidst the hush, one of the male parrots cast a knowing glance at his feathered companion. A mischievous twinkle sparked in his eyes as he declared,
“Put the beads away, Francis! Our prayers have finally been answered!”