The tamale lady passes each day. Two days ago she stopped at the entrance of the hotel and yelled as always "S e ñ o r a", hoping to get the attention of the maids. No answer. They were occupied. She hollered again
"B u e n o s D i a s". Pierino, hidden from her view, answered, "B u e n o s
D i a s!" "¿Quiere tamales?", the lady shouted. "N o" , answered Pierino. She left never knowing she was talking to the parrot.
Pierino is the reason I call myself Don Peor. For a long time he would call out to me "Don Pierre". Then, after many repetitions Don Pierre metamophosed into Don Peor.
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