Two Minnesotans walk into a pet shop in Dingle. They head to the bird section and Sven says to Hans, "Dat's dem."
The owner comes over and asks if he can help them.
"Yeah, we'll take four of dem dere little budgies in dat cage up dere," says Sven.
The owner puts the budgies in a paper bag. Hans and Sven pay for the birds, leave the shop and get into Sven's pickup and drive to the top of the Conor Pass. At the Conor Pass, Sven looks down at the 1000 ft. drop and says, "Dis looks like a grand place." He takes two birds out of the bag, puts them on his shoulders, and jumps off the cliff.
Hans watches as Sven falls all the way to the bottom, his body broken on the stones. Looking down at the remains of his best pal, Hans shakes his head and says, "Dis budgie jumping is too dangerous for me."
Just then Ole arrives up at Conor Pass. He's been to the pet shop, too, and walks up to the edge of the cliff carrying another paper bag in one hand and a shotgun in the other.
"Hi, Hans. Watch dis," Ole says.
He takes a parrot from the bag and throws himself over the edge of the cliff. Hans watches as, halfway down, Ole takes the shotgun and shoots the parrot. Ole continues to plummet down and down until he hits the bottom and breaks every bone in hi body. Hans shakes his head and says, "And I'm never trying dat parrotshooting, either."
Hans is just getting over the shock of losing his two friends when Lars appears. He's also been to the pet shop and is carrying a paper bag out of which he pulls a chicken. Lars then grasps the chicken by the legs, holds it over his head, and hurls himself off the cliff. He disappears, down and down, until he hits a rock and breaks his spine.
Once more Hans shakes his head. "And I ain’t gonna do no hengliding, neither."
