The old Chief finally retired from the Navy and got that chicken farm he always wanted. He took with him his lifelong pet parrot named Sam.
First morning at 04:30 Sam squawked and said, "Off yer hocks and don yer socks. Reveille"
The old Chief told Sam, "We are no longer in the Navy. Go back to sleep."
The next morning, the parrot did the same thing. The old Chief told Sam, "Look, if you keep this up, I will put you out in the chicken pen."
Again the parrot did it, and true to his word, the Chief put the parrot out in the chicken pen.
About 06:30, the Chief was awakened by one heck of a ruckus in the chicken pen. He went out to see what was the matter. Sam had about 40 white chickens in formation and on the ground lay 3 badly bruised and beaten brown chickens.
Sam was yelling, "By God, when I say fall out in dress whites, I don't mean Khakis!!"
First morning at 04:30 Sam squawked and said, "Off yer hocks and don yer socks. Reveille"
The old Chief told Sam, "We are no longer in the Navy. Go back to sleep."
The next morning, the parrot did the same thing. The old Chief told Sam, "Look, if you keep this up, I will put you out in the chicken pen."
Again the parrot did it, and true to his word, the Chief put the parrot out in the chicken pen.
About 06:30, the Chief was awakened by one heck of a ruckus in the chicken pen. He went out to see what was the matter. Sam had about 40 white chickens in formation and on the ground lay 3 badly bruised and beaten brown chickens.
Sam was yelling, "By God, when I say fall out in dress whites, I don't mean Khakis!!"
