A long time ago, there was an oilman. He sold many different types of oil in jars. The oilman had a pet parrot who loved to talk. Hello, hello, welcome to the oil shop. When there were no customers, the oilman enjoyed talking to his pet because she was smart. Sometimes the oilman even went out of the shop and left the parrot to look after everything.
One day, the oilman said to his pet parrot, I need to go out for a while, but I will be right back. Will you look after the shop for me?
Ok master. Ok. Answer the parrot. And the oilman went out.
After a while, a cat suddenly came running into the shop. It was chasing after a mouse. The cat raced around the shop after the speedy mouse.
This scared the parrot very much. She flew around the shop from shelf to shelf and knocked over many oil jars. After the can ran out of the shop, the floor was covered with broken oil jars. Oh no. oh no. what will I tell my master? Cried the parrot.
When the oilman returned, he saw that there was oil everywhere. He became very angry, and said to his parrot, I was only out for a little while. Tell me what happened. But the parrot was too scared to talk.
The oilman became even angrier and hit his parrot on the head. He hit her so hard that all the feathers on the parrot’s head came off. She had no feathers on her head anymore. From that time, the parrot stopped talking and became very quiet.
A few days later, the oilman was not angry anymore. He missed talking to his pet. So the oilman said to his parrot, Parrot, I forgive you for breaking the oil jars. Will you talk to me again? But the parrot didn’t answer. Please, say something, anything. But still, the parrot didn’t say anything.
The oilman had an idea. He gave money to poor people passing by and asked them, will you try talking to my pet parrot? She used to talk.
One person said, Hello, parrot. How are you? The parrot just looked at her and said nothing. Another person said, Why don’t you talk anymore? Talk. But the parrot was still silent. So the oilman was very sad and lonely in his oil shop.
A few weeks later, a man with no hair on his head came to the shop. Then, the parrot started to fly all around the shop. She opened her beak and finally spoke. She said, Poor you. Poor you. you have no hair like me. Did you break oil jars, too?