There was this magician who owned a parrot and every time he did his magic act, the parrot would spoil the trick. The parrot would scream out, "It's up his sleeve" or "It's in his mouth" or "It's behind him." The magician was getting pretty sick of this, but didn't quite know what to do about the parrot.
Well, one evening, right at the climax of his act, just as he was about to disappear in a puff of smoke, when the ship, he was performing on, hit an iceberg and sank in seconds.
Amazingly the magician and the parrot were the only two survivors. The magician was lying on a piece of driftwood in a daze. As he opened his eyes he could see the parrot staring at him out its beady little eye.
The parrot sat there for hours, just staring at him.
Eventually, it said, "Okay, I give up -- what did you do with the ship?"