Egret

Once upon a time a particularly fussy egret got a table at a vegetarian brasserie in Knightsbridge. He decided to have a salad and a glass of mineral water.

The waiter, a penguin, arrived to announce the specials. The egret interrupted him, and said, I’ll just have the Greek salad, extra fetta.

Very good, sir. Anything else?

Yes. Tell your chef to lovingly prepare my salad.

I beg your pardon?

You heard me. I’ll be able to tell the difference if it is a bowl of stress of rage.

The chef had no other choice. The egret happily ate his salad, grinning. The penguin was imagining a live fish in his beak and the Artic setting at his back.

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