Daily Joke: The Parrot Who Knew a Little Too Much About Their Underwear

Every weekday morning, three nuns—Sister Margaret, Sister Catherine, and Sister Agnes—walked the same route from their convent to the nearby reformatory where they volunteered. It was a pleasant walk, lined with old oak trees and quiet residential homes.

One particular house always caught their attention. Perched on a wooden cane by the front gate was a magnificent parrot with brilliant green and red feathers. Every time the nuns passed by, the parrot would squawk out three sequential colors.

One crisp Tuesday morning, as they walked past, the parrot ruffled his feathers and announced clearly: “Yellow, blue, black!”

Sister Margaret stopped mid-step, her eyes widening. “Girls,” she whispered, “those are the exact colors of the underwear we’re wearing today!”

Sister Catherine and Sister Agnes exchanged skeptical glances. “That’s impossible,” Catherine said. “It’s just a coincidence.”

But the seed of curiosity had been planted. The next day, as a little experiment, all three nuns deliberately chose to wear black underwear beneath their habits. They walked past the house with barely concealed anticipation.

The parrot swiveled his head, looked at them with his bright, intelligent eyes, and squawked: “Black, black, black!”

The three nuns stood frozen on the sidewalk, absolutely astonished.

“That bird can see through our habits!” Sister Agnes gasped.

Sister Margaret’s eyes narrowed with determination. “Girls,” she declared, “tomorrow we’re going to trick that bird.”

She laid out her plan: the next day, none of them would wear any underwear at all. That would surely confuse the feathered fraud.

The following morning, respecting their agreement, the three nuns walked the familiar route completely commando beneath their long, flowing vestments. As they approached the parrot’s house, they slowed their pace, peeking at the bird with barely contained excitement.

The parrot looked up. He tilted his head to the left. Then to the right. He swung back and forth on his cane, looking genuinely puzzled.

He stared at them for a long, silent moment.

Then, with perfect clarity, the parrot spoke:

“Straight, straight, curly!”