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Archived Feghoots
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Sick Birds This was posted on the groaners listserv. The author is unknown. Frank was a happily married man who had only one complaint, his wife, Myra, was always nursing sick birds. One cold November evening, he came home to find a raven with a splint on its beak sitting in his favorite chair. On the dining room table there was a feverish eagle pecking at an aspirin tablet, while in the kitchen Myra was comforting a shivering wren. Frank dropped his briefcase and strode over to where his wife was toweling down the cold little bird. "Myra," he shouted. "I can't take it any more ! We've got to get rid of all of these da..." Myra held up her hand and cut him off in mid-curse. "Please, dear," she said, "Not in front of the chilled wren."
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