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DEEPWATER
Guest
Jewish Parrot...
Meyer, a lonely widower, was walking home along
Delancy Street one day
wishing something wonderful would happen in his life,
when he passed a pet
store and heard a squawking voice shouting out in
Yiddish,
"Quawwwwk...vus machts du?" (How're ya doin')
"Yeah, du." (Yeah, you.)
Meyer rubbed his eyes and ears. Couldn't believe it.
Perfect Yiddish.
The proprietor urged him, "Come in here, fella, and
check out this
parrot..."
Meyer did. An African Grey cocked his little head and
said: "Vus? Kenst
sprechen Yiddish?" (What? Can you speak Yiddish?)
In a matter of moments, Meyer had placed five hundred
dollars on the counter
and carried the parrot in his cage away with him. All
night he talked with
the parrot. In Yiddish. He told the parrot about his
father's adventures
coming to America. About how beautiful his late wife,
Sarah, was when she
was a young bride. About his family. About his years
of working in the
garment district. About Florida.
The parrot listened and commented.
They shared some walnuts.
The parrot told him of living in the pet store, how
lonely he would get on
the weekends. They both went to sleep.
Next morning, Meyer began to put on his Tfillin, all (tfillin is something jewish ppl put on and pray )
the while saying his
prayers. The parrot demanded to know what he was doing
and when Meyer
explained, the parrot wanted to do the same. Meyer
went out and had a
miniature set of tfillin hand made for the parrot.
The parrot wanted to learn to daven, and learned every
prayer. He even
wanted to learn to read Hebrew.
So Meyer spent weeks and months, sitting and teaching
the parrot, teaching
him Torah. In time, Meyer came to love and count on
the parrot as a friend
and fellow Jew.
One morning, on Rosh Hashanah, Meyer rose and got
dressed and was about to
leave when the parrot demanded to go with him. Meyer
explained that Shul was
not a place for a bird, but the parrot made a terrific
argument, so Meyer
relented and carried the bird to Shul on his shoulder.
Needless to say, they made quite a spectacle, and
Meyer was questioned by
everyone, including the Rabbi and the Cantor. They
refused to allow a bird
into the building on the High Holy Days, but Meyer
persuaded them to let him
in this one time, swearing that parrot could daven.
Wagers were made with Meyer.
Thousands of dollars were bet that the parrot could
NOT daven, could not
speak Yiddish or Hebrew, etc.
All eyes were on the African Grey during services. The
parrot perched on
Meyer's shoulder as one prayer and song passed - Meyer
heard not a peep from
the bird. He began to become annoyed, slapping at his
shoulder and mumbling
under his breath, "Daven!"
Nothing.
"Daven...parrot, you can daven, so daven...come on,(daven is praying)
everyone is looking at
you!"
Nothing.
After Rosh Hashanah services were concluded, Meyer
found that he owed his
Shul buddies and the Rabbi over four thousand
dollars..
He marched home, so upset he said nothing to the
parrot.
Finally several blocks from the Temple the Parrot
began to sing an old
Yiddish song, as happy as a lark.
Meyer stopped and looked at him.
"Why? After I had tfillin made for you and taught you
the morning
prayers, and taught you to read Hebrew and the Torah.
And after you begged
me to bring you to Shul on Rosh Hashana, why? WHY?!?
Why did you do this to
me?"
"Meyer, don't be a schmuck," the parrot replied.
"Think of the odds we'll
get on Yom Kippur!"
just had to put this on ,since im a jewish man with a parrot ,2 to be exact ,the one on my avtar thats Sonny ,and an African Grey (coco)
Meyer, a lonely widower, was walking home along
Delancy Street one day
wishing something wonderful would happen in his life,
when he passed a pet
store and heard a squawking voice shouting out in
Yiddish,
"Quawwwwk...vus machts du?" (How're ya doin')
"Yeah, du." (Yeah, you.)
Meyer rubbed his eyes and ears. Couldn't believe it.
Perfect Yiddish.
The proprietor urged him, "Come in here, fella, and
check out this
parrot..."
Meyer did. An African Grey cocked his little head and
said: "Vus? Kenst
sprechen Yiddish?" (What? Can you speak Yiddish?)
In a matter of moments, Meyer had placed five hundred
dollars on the counter
and carried the parrot in his cage away with him. All
night he talked with
the parrot. In Yiddish. He told the parrot about his
father's adventures
coming to America. About how beautiful his late wife,
Sarah, was when she
was a young bride. About his family. About his years
of working in the
garment district. About Florida.
The parrot listened and commented.
They shared some walnuts.
The parrot told him of living in the pet store, how
lonely he would get on
the weekends. They both went to sleep.
Next morning, Meyer began to put on his Tfillin, all (tfillin is something jewish ppl put on and pray )
the while saying his
prayers. The parrot demanded to know what he was doing
and when Meyer
explained, the parrot wanted to do the same. Meyer
went out and had a
miniature set of tfillin hand made for the parrot.
The parrot wanted to learn to daven, and learned every
prayer. He even
wanted to learn to read Hebrew.
So Meyer spent weeks and months, sitting and teaching
the parrot, teaching
him Torah. In time, Meyer came to love and count on
the parrot as a friend
and fellow Jew.
One morning, on Rosh Hashanah, Meyer rose and got
dressed and was about to
leave when the parrot demanded to go with him. Meyer
explained that Shul was
not a place for a bird, but the parrot made a terrific
argument, so Meyer
relented and carried the bird to Shul on his shoulder.
Needless to say, they made quite a spectacle, and
Meyer was questioned by
everyone, including the Rabbi and the Cantor. They
refused to allow a bird
into the building on the High Holy Days, but Meyer
persuaded them to let him
in this one time, swearing that parrot could daven.
Wagers were made with Meyer.
Thousands of dollars were bet that the parrot could
NOT daven, could not
speak Yiddish or Hebrew, etc.
All eyes were on the African Grey during services. The
parrot perched on
Meyer's shoulder as one prayer and song passed - Meyer
heard not a peep from
the bird. He began to become annoyed, slapping at his
shoulder and mumbling
under his breath, "Daven!"
Nothing.
"Daven...parrot, you can daven, so daven...come on,(daven is praying)
everyone is looking at
you!"
Nothing.
After Rosh Hashanah services were concluded, Meyer
found that he owed his
Shul buddies and the Rabbi over four thousand
dollars..
He marched home, so upset he said nothing to the
parrot.
Finally several blocks from the Temple the Parrot
began to sing an old
Yiddish song, as happy as a lark.
Meyer stopped and looked at him.
"Why? After I had tfillin made for you and taught you
the morning
prayers, and taught you to read Hebrew and the Torah.
And after you begged
me to bring you to Shul on Rosh Hashana, why? WHY?!?
Why did you do this to
me?"
"Meyer, don't be a schmuck," the parrot replied.
"Think of the odds we'll
get on Yom Kippur!"
just had to put this on ,since im a jewish man with a parrot ,2 to be exact ,the one on my avtar thats Sonny ,and an African Grey (coco)
