Things could be worse

At dawn the telephone rings. "Hello, Senor Smith? This is Ernesto the caretaker at your country house."

"Ah yes, Ernesto. What can I do for you? Is there a problem?"

"Um, I am just calling to advise you, sir that your parrot died"

"My parrot? Dead? The one that won the International competition?"

"Si, that's the one."

"That's a shame! I spent a small fortune on that bird. What did he die from?"

"From eating rotten meat."

"Rotten meat? Who fed him rotten meat?"

"Nobody senor. He ate the meat of one of the dead horses."

"Dead horse? What dead horse?"

"The thoroughbred, Mr. Lucky. He died from all that work pulling the water cart."

"Are you insane? What water cart?"

"The one we used to put out the fire."

"Good Lord! What fire are you talking about, man?"

"The one at the house! A candle fell and the curtains caught on fire."

"What the...!!! But there's electricity at the house!!!! What was the candle for?"

"For the funeral."

"WHAT FUNERAL?!"

"Your wife's. She showed up last night out of the blue and I thought she was a thief, so I hit her with your new Tiger Woods Nike Driver."

SILENCE....................

"Ernesto, if you broke that driver you're fired!"