A woman owned a parrot that could say only one thing - "Who is it? For years and years she had been trying to teach it to extend its vocabulary, but it resolutely refused to utter anything other than "who is it?"
One day she had sent for the plmber, and as had to go out shopping she arranged for him to find the key under the mat outside the front door. The plumber duly, arrived, found the key, let himself in and set to work. Naturally the parrot, hearing someone in the house with an unfamiliar tread, decided to give a recital. "Who is it?" called the parrot. "The Plumber!" called replied the workman. Hearing a strange voice the parrot again decided to utter his one and only phrase "who is it?"
The parrot was not satisfied - he wanted to see who the stranger was. "who is it?" he called again, and again the plumber yelled out "It's the plumber!?" and again and again the poor bewindered plumber responded - It's the plumber! It's the plumber! IT'S THE PLUMBER!" Eventually in a fury he roamed the house, going from room to room trying to find out who was calling him - but he failed to realize that it was the parrot. For a whole hour this went on, with him dashing around the house, growing increasingly desperate, and shouting out, "Its the plumber!" until eventually the wretched man fainted in the hall.
Just at that moment the mistress of the house entered, saw the unconscious figure on the carpet and said, "Who is it?
The parrot replied, "It's the plumber!"
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