There is an old story about a
fellow who lived alone and went to a pet store to buy a parrot.
He thought the bird might fill some of his
lonely hours. The very next day, however, he came back to complain, "That
bird doesn't talk."
The store owner asked if he had a mirror in
its cage, and the man said he didn't. "Oh, parrots love mirrors," he
explained. "When he sees his reflection in the mirror, he'll just start
talking away." So he sold him a birdcage mirror.
The bird owner was back the next day to gripe
that his parrot still hadn't said a word. "That's very peculiar,"
allowed the pet expert. "How about a swing? Birds really love these little
swings, and a happy parrot is a talkative parrot." So the man bought a
swing, took it home, and installed it in the cage.
But he was back the next day with the same
story. "Does he have a ladder to climb?" the salesman asked.
"That just has to be the problem. Once he has a ladder, he'll probably
talk your ear off!" So the fellow bought a ladder.
The man was back at the pet store when it
opened the next day. From the look on his face, the owner knew something was
wrong. "Didn't your parrot like the ladder?" he asked. His repeat
customer looked up and said, "The parrot died."
"I'm so sorry," the
stunned businessman said. "Did he ever say anything?"
"Well, yes. He finally
talked just before he died. In a weak little voice, he asked me, "Don't
they sell any bird seed at that pet store?'"
Some of us have mistakenly thought that
happiness consists of lining our cages with toys, gadgets, and other stuff.
Excessive consumption has become the hallmark of our life. "Whoever has
the most toys wins" seems to be the likely candidate to be the bumper
sticker for an entire culture. But is it so?