One night, a burglar sneaked into a house. As he lifted a CD player to toss into his sack, a strange, disembodied voice resonated from the shadows, declaring, “Jesus is watching you.”
Startled nearly out of his skin, he quickly turned off his flashlight and stood still. After a moment of silence, he shook his head, switched the light back on, and resumed his search for more valuables. Just as he began to extract the stereo to disconnect the wires, the voice echoed again, “Jesus is watching you.”
Panicking, he swung his flashlight around desperately, trying to find the origin of the voice. Eventually, his beam settled on a parrot in the corner of the room. “Did you say that?” he demanded of the bird. “Yep,” the parrot admitted, then added, “I’m just trying to warn you.”
The burglar eased up. “Oh, so you’re warning me, huh? Who on earth are you?”
“Moses,” the bird replied. “Moses?” the burglar chuckled.
“What kind of people would give a bird the name Moses?”
“The type of people who would name a rottweiler Jesus.”
