When an old Navy chief retired to run a chicken ranch, he took with him his long-time companion, his pet parrot. But the first morning at 4.30, the parrot squawked loudly and said: "Reveille! Reveille! Up all hands! Heave out!" Roused from his slumbers, the old chief told the parrot: "We are no longer in the Navy. Now go back to sleep." The next morning, the parrot did the same thing, and the chief told him: "If you keep this up every morning, I'm going to put you in the chicken pen!" So when the parrot did it again the following morning, the chief kept his threat and put the parrot outside in the chicken pen. About 6.30 the next morning, the chief was woken by a terrible commotion from the chicken pen. He went outside to investigate and saw that the parrot had about forty white chickens standing at attention in line while on the ground lay three bruised and battered brown chickens. The parrot was saying: "By heavens, when I say fall out in dress whites, I don't mean khakis!"