HE WOULDN’T BE INSULTED.

Temuka Leader, Issue 345, 27 January 1881, Page 2

HE WOULDN’T BE INSULTED.

A resident of Brush street owns, and feeds and loves a parrot, and the thought never entered his head that that bird would some day be the cause of a ruction and a riot in his front yard. At mid-: afternoon the other day the parrot hangout and its owner sat on the stoop enjoying his pipe and the shade. Along came a man with beer in his eyes, And step unsteady and slow ; ; And he cried, ‘ Hello !’ to the bird in the Cage, and the parrot answered, ‘Hello. ’

The drunkard saw that he had struck, a good thing, and he leaned on the fence and called the bird a thief and a robber. Poll took it in good part for a while,, but finally thought he was being picked on too much, and answered—“Go Go ’long—go ’long—you’re a liar !”

The man opened the gate and went in to demolish the parrot. The owner of course, objected, and the two haJ fought all over the front yard before an' ' officer arrived.

“ James Parsons,” began His Honour as the prisoner stood before him, “you have gotten yourself into an embarrassing situation.” *v “ Oh, I guess not was the oarelesJr reply. , s ■ , \

Do you deny that you were drunk?” ,

“ I had taken a few sips.” attacking this- old man in his yard 7 “ I expect I hit him, but be did'bis' ~ best on me. I wasn’t so drunk as not to know when I was insulted, I allow neither man . nor beast, nor bird to insult me when I can help myself.”-

“ You seem to think a great deal of your honour,” observed the Court. “ Yes, sir, I do*” “ Well, we’ll try to wash soma of H off with soap and water. I shall give you sixty days.” “ I appeal the case I* ‘‘ That won’t make any difference, aitv You’ll go right up to the work-house this morning. If you give me another word I’ll double your sentence ?” The prisoner wanted to. He got his mouth open, but concluded to stop right there. When returned to the corrider he shook his fist under Elijah’s noseb and offered to make raspberry jam of him tor a cent. A rush and a squeal were beard, and when a reporter looked in he saw the prisoner tied up in a hard knot and laid across a barrel iii the corner.