A married man had only one complaint: his wife was always nursing sick
birds. One February evening, he came home to find a raven with a splint
on its wing sitting in his favorite chair. On the dining room table,
instead of dinner, there was a feverish eagle pecking at an aspirin. In
the kitchen, his wife was comforting a shivering little wren she found
out in the snow.
The furious husband strode over to where his wife was toweling down the
cold little bird. "I can't take it any more! We've got to get rid of all
of these #(@ birds!"
The wife held up her hand and cut him off in mid-sentence. "Please,
Dear, no cuss words in front of the chilled wren."
[Cheeez, that's awefull...]