A lonely man longed for companionship without responsibility. He wanted something warm to welcome him home after work—no drama, no noise, no emotional complexity.
“I have just the thing,” the pet shop owner said.
“A canary. Sings all evening.”
The man brought it home, thrilled. The music was heavenly—soft, bright, wonderful.
But when he opened the cage to feed the bird, he froze.
The canary had only one leg.
Furious, he marched back to the store.
“You sold me a defective bird!”
The owner didn’t flinch.
“Sir… what did you want—a singer or a dancer?”