For his birthday, David got a parrot. But this wasn’t your average, sweet-talking bird—oh no. This parrot was fully grown, had a nasty attitude, and a mouth worse than a sailor on bad coffee. Every other word was either rude, offensive, or downright unrepeatable!

David tried everything to fix this feathered menace. He spoke kindly to it, played soft music, even tried classical radio—nothing worked. The more polite David was, the more disrespectful the parrot became. He yelled, it yelled louder. He threatened it, it cursed him out. It was like living with a feathery little gangster.

One day, at his wit’s end, David lost it. In a moment of pure desperation, he gently shoved the parrot into the freezer for just a few seconds—just to cool him off (literally and figuratively). The bird went wild—squawking, scratching, kicking the door—then suddenly… silence.

Panicked, David flung open the freezer door. The parrot calmly stepped out, eyes wide, feathers slightly frosty, and said in the most polite tone ever:

“Sir, I deeply apologize for my past behavior. I have seen the error of my ways and I will make every effort to be a model bird from now on. Please forgive me.”

David stood there, stunned, trying to process the sudden transformation. Before he could say a word, the parrot leaned in and whispered:

“…May I ask… what exactly did the chicken do?”