A magician worked on a cruise ship. The audience was different each week so the magician did the same tricks over and over again.
There was only one problem: The captain’s parrot saw the shows each
week and began to understand how the Magician did every trick.
Once he understood, he started shouting in the middle of the show,
“Look, Its not the same hat!” or, “Look, he’s hiding the flowers
under the table!” Or “Hey, why are all the cards the ace of spades?”
The magician was furious but couldn’t do anything. It was, after
all, the Captain’s’ parrot.
Then one stormy night on the Pacific, the ship unfortunately sank,
drowning almost all who were on board.
The magician luckily found himself on a piece of wood floating in
the middle of the sea, as fate would have it … With the parrot.
They stared at each other with hatred, but did not utter a word.
This went on for a day… And then 2 days. And then 3 days. Finally
on the 4th day, the parrot could not hold back any longer and said…
“OK, I give up: so where’s the ruddy ship?”
Only those currently trying to go round Cap Finisterre against a force 8 headwind will appreciate that joke. Currently sheltering in a bar in L’aber ‘Wrach, I send greetings to my dear wife and any blog readers who know me, particularly the regulars at the Demi-Lune.