Beauties behind bars

We were walking on Al Wahda Street when my friend suddenly said, “See those beauties. Sad, they are in a cage.”
I turned and saw those two attractive parrots ‑ a cute pair – caged and displayed outside a shop. I remembered my younger days when I watched from the window parrots biting off juicy mangoes from a tree and passing off a “Not for you, stupid,” look.
It was tough to see the stunning beauties in multiple colours and apple-
red beak shunted behind bars, unable to even flap their wings leisurely
or fly beyond a foot.
What a contradiction! Just recently, I saw that ugly crocodile dozing
off in muddy water at a zoo. All that s/he did was to open an eye,
wink at me and blissfully doze off again.
“Just like money, beauty is not everything,” I told my friend and he
looked impressed with the “great philosophy.”
When I returned home, my wife shouted, “Where did you vanish? I
kept that Garnier dye ready for you.”
Hey, talking about beauty reminds me of the joke you might have heard.

“Wow, you look dazzling,” he said.

“Thanksss…,” she blushed.

“Must have spent at least three hours at the saloon,” he murmured.