Nationalist Parrot

The parrot had lived in a cage for a very, very long time. Finally, one day, the master decided to set it free.

“Go. The sky is your limit,” said the master as he opened the cage.

The parrot was baffled. It didn’t know what to do.

The master took the parrot out and liberated it into the air. The parrot flapped its wings and realised it could fly. It flew away.

The parrot returned in a while to the cage.

“This cage is my country,” it said. “I love my country. My country is the greatest, the best. My county’s culture is very, very ancient. All sciences and arts have their roots in my country.”

The master who was a Harvard Business School graduate was happy. He knew how to convert any situation into a new business opportunity. Soon all parrots in the neighbourhood became nationalists that repeated the same slogans.

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