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My Aunt Lilly is a sweet old woman, and a good cook too, but my bro and I loathe to visit her, due to her parrot. She named it after her ex-husband Mike, as he was foul-mouthed, loud, and obnoxious, and the bird is just the same. But she has had that parrot for more than twenty years, and Uncle Mike was only there for three. Dinner at Lilly's was always an adventure. Trying to eat a delicious tasty wonderful meal with an old, smelly parrot sitting on your head and cawing obscenities, is not my idea of a fine dining experience. But Aunt Lilly loves that bird, and we love Aunt Lilly, so when she invited us over for her delicious brisket of beef, smothered in her wonderful barbecue sauce, the positives outweighed the negative, that negative being Mike, so, we went to her place for dinner. The meal was superb. Mike, for some reason, wasn't there to trouble us. After dinner, we assisted her with the dishes, like we mostly do, and she asked us if we'd mind taking care of Mike while she was on vacation. Our reluctance was pretty obvious, until she let us know she would cook a chicken, and some ribs, and leave them in the refrigerator for us, along with a pot of barbecue sauce. That got the deal. She left the following day, and that evening my bro and I went over to feed and clean up after Mike. We filled his feeder, and put fresh paper in his favourite roosting spots. Mike made short, squawky, appearance, and we returned home. The next evening was about the same. On the 3rd night, we fed and cleaned up after Mike, finished the last of the ribs and barbecue sauce, the parrot rambled in like a drunk sailor, muttered some expletives and waddled off. The following night I got a panicked phonephone call from my bro. Aunt Lilly's kitchen window was completely open, and Mike wasn't there. To make things worse, Lilly would be home in the morning. We spent the entire night scouring the neighborhood, but no luck. the subsequent morning, we were there when Lilly got home. She took one look at my bro's sad face, and recounted,'Let me guess. Mike's gone'. Within mins, her kitchen was crammed with the odour of fresh barbecue sauce, and Mike was sitting on the window sill, cursing at us. Looking up at us from the stove, Aunt Lilly grinned, and related,'If my ex-husband had liked my barbecue sauce half as much as that stupid bird does, we'd potentially still be married.' To Get The Best Barbeque Sauce On The Market Go To TheSauceWorks.com . |
