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A Loose Beak Can Get You In Trouble~
Our street was the last street in our town. Beyond it lay woods and farms. It was a great place for a boy to grow up. When I was very young I would go over to the nearest farm and help Opa (Grandfather} feed the chickens and ducks. And when I was a little older I became friends with a man who still shoed horses and learned how to tell how hot the iron was by its color. In the woods there was an abandoned railroad track and a steam shovel which we boys enjoyed climbing on and jumplng off for some reason.
A few years later the woods were bought by developers, Soon the city sent in crews to install a new water main and sewage line. The crews were mostly Italian Americans, and they took their lunch break on the side of the street, eating whatever mama had packed in their lunch boxes. The problem was the parrot, which lived in a cage on the front porch. I liked the parrot because it would always greet me when I walked by on the way to the corner store. But that friendly nature was its undoing.
Soon after the workmen arrived, the parrot began learning Italian as well as English cuss words. Now you might think that a parrot who could cuss in two languages would be somewhat of a prize bird, but no, the refined lady who owned it had it euthanized.
Be careful what you say to refined people~
