The telephone rang at dawn. "Hello, Señor Ralph? This is Alfredo, the caretaker at your country house." "Hi, Alfredo. What can I do for you? Is there a problem?" "Uh, I am just calling to tell you, Señor Ralph, that your parrot died." "My parrot? Dead? The one that won the international competition?" "Yes, Señor, that's the one." "Damn! That's a pity. I spent a small fortune on that bird. What did he die from?" "From eating rotten meat, Señor Ralph." "Rotten meat? Who the hell fed him rotten mea…