From Byter Vince:
At dawn the telephone rings:
"Hello, Senor Rod? This issa Ernesto, the caretaker at your country house."
"Ah yes, Ernesto. What can I do for you? Is there a problem?"
"Umm, I just calling to advise you, Senor Rod, that your parrot, he issa dead".
"My parrot? Dead? The one that won the international competition?"
"Si, Senor, this issa the one."
Damn! That's a pity! I spent a small fortune on that bird. What did he die from?"
"He issa eating the rotten meat, Senor Rod."
"Rotten meat? Who the hell fed him rotten meat?"
"Nobody, Senor. He issa eat the meat of the dead horse."
"Dead horse? What dead horse?"
"The thoroughbred, Senor Rod."
"My prize thoroughbred is dead?"
"Yes, Senor Rod, he issa die from all that work pulling the water cart."
"Are you insane? What water cart?"
"The one we issa use to put out the fire, Senor."
"Good Lord! What fire are you talking about, man?"
"The one at your house, Senor! A candle issa fall and the curtains issa caught on fire."
"What the hell? Are you saying that my mansion is destroyed because of a bloody candle?!"
"Yes, Senor Rod."
"But there's electricity at the house! What was the candle for?"
"For the funeral, Senor Rod."
"WHAT BLOODY FUNERAL??!!"
"Your wife's, Senor Rod. She issa showed up very late one night and I issa thinking she issa a thief, so I hit her with your new Ping G15 204g titanium head golf club with the TFC 149D graphite shaft."
SILENCE........... LONG SILENCE.........VERY LONG SILENCE..
"Ernesto, if you broke that bloody driver, you're in deep shit!"