A woman approached her minister one day after services and asked to speak to him alone.
He told her he’d want someone with them so she suggested his wife.
Once in her office she poured out her tale of her recently departed father’s two African Grey parrots that she’d been given. The two hens had been her friends growing up and they’d first started talking for her, but on getting the birds she discovered to her horror that in his last year as he declined her father had taught the birds to proposition people like they were prostitutes.
Though the birds had started talking for the woman as a young girl they showed no signs of relenting on their new found bawdy banter and she wanted to know if the preacher had any ideas or prayers to resolve the problem.
“That’s terrible!” said the minister, his wife agreeing, “I can see why you’d want to keep this quiet. But I tell you what, I may know someone who can help. My neighbor is a Rabbi who has taught his two African Grays to pray and recite Scripture. He’s supposedly taught other birds too before he got these so maybe he can teach your birds something else to say?”
The woman agreed that would be a huge improvement so the minister set up an appointment with the Rabbi.
At his home she with her girls covered in their cage she was presented with the spectacle of the Rabbi’s two parrots swaying back and forth over tiny scrolls, saying something in what she suspected might be Hebrew, and they’d tiny little caps on too.
'What do you think?" the Rabbi asked, “My boys are such good boys!”
“Very impressive, but…”
She uncovered her cage and her birds stirred, blinked, and looked around. One seemed to notice the other birds, poked her friend, and then they said in unison: “Hi, we’re pretty prostitutes! Twenty dollars? Hot *** for just twenty dollars!”
Whereupon one of the praying parrots took notice and said: “Mister Feathers, put aside the Torah scroll, our prayers have finally been answered!”