Every time he does a trick, the parrot shouts things like "It's in his pocket, it's the four of Clubs and it's got a false bottom!"
The magisian hates it.
That night, the ship sinks and both the magician and the parrot cling to a piece of drift wood.
Four days and nights pass, and the parrot says absolutley nothing. He just stares at the magician.
On the fifth day, the parrot says "Okay, I give up, where's the b****y ship?"
