Parrothead

I dropped in on Crazy Emory, my neighbor, for chit-chat, when I noticed that his parrot's cage was empty.

"Hey, Em'," I said, "what's with the empty cage? Where's Warren?"

"I had to take Warren to the pet shrink," Emory replied.

"A pet psychiatrist? Are you kidding? For what?" I asked.

"Well," said Emory, "Warren reached the point at which he wanted more than crackers, but just didn't know how or didn't have the courage to ask."