> > One Christmas Eve, a frenzied young man ran into a pet shop looking for an > > unusual Christmas gift for his wife. The shop owner suggested a parrot, > > named Chet, which could sing famous Christmas carols. This seemed like the > > perfect gift. "How do I get him to sing?" The young man asked, excitedly. > > > > "Simply hold a lighted match directly under his feet." Was the shop > owner's > > > > reply. The shop owner held up a lighted match to demonstrate: > > Chet began to sing: > > "Jingle Bells! Jingle Bells! ..." > > > > The shop owner then held another match under the parrot's right foot. > > Then Chet's tune changed, and the air was filled with: "Silent Night. Holy > > Night..." > > > > The young man was so impressed that he paid the shop-keeper and ran home > as > > > > quickly as he could with Chet under his arm. When the wife saw her gift > she > > > > was overwhelmed. "How beautiful!" She exclaimed, "Can he talk?" > > > > "No," the young man replied, "But he can sing. Let me show you." > > > > So the young man whipped out his lighter and placed it under Chet's left > > foot, as the shop-keeper had shown him, and Chet crooned: > > " Jingle Bells! Jingle Bells!..." > > > > The man then moved the lighter to Chet's right foot, and out came: "Silent > > Night. Holy Night..." > > > > The wife, her face filled with curiosity, then asked, "What if we hold the > > lighter between his legs?" > > > > The man did not know. "Let's try it." He answered, eager to please his > > wife. So they held the lighter between Chet's legs. Chet twisted his face, > > cleared his throat, the little parrot sang out loudly (like it was the > > performance of his life): > > "Chet's nuts roasting on an open fire...." > >