Late one night, a burglar slipped into a quiet, dark house, confident he was completely alone. Flashlight in hand, he crept across the living room—until a calm, eerie voice cut through the silence:
“Jesus is watching you.”
His heart jumped. He swung the flashlight, but the room appeared empty. Shaking it off, he moved toward the back door.
“Jesus is watching you,” the voice repeated—clear and deliberate this time.
The beam of light landed on a small parrot perched in the corner.
“Was that you?” he asked, nervously.
“Yes!” squawked the parrot.
The burglar exhaled, rubbing his forehead. “You nearly gave me a heart attack.”
“Clarence,” the bird said proudly.
“Clarence?” the burglar chuckled. “Who names a parrot Clarence?”
“The same people who name their Rottweiler Jesus,” the parrot replied.
A low, menacing growl erupted from behind the sofa. Two glowing eyes stared at him.
Clarence flapped his wings and reminded him, “I told you… Jesus is watching you.”
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