was a parrot from the Amazon Rain forest
Cracky was a supportive parrot
without Cracky, Woodleaf could feel all his insecurities returning
as long as Cracky believed many impossible things
or at least said he did
Woodleaf was content
Woodleaf goes door to door
Old Lady answers door
Woodleaf: Hello, I was wondering if you happened to be from Nueva Germania by any chance?
Woodleaf: You’re are not? I am sorry to hear that. I was wondering if you would be willing to say you’re from Nueva Germania, and that you knew Mengele. You look like an old enough to have known him before he died in 79. You can lie about your age, and say you were a child. I won’t mind.
Why would I want to do this? Well, it’s very important. I was going to buy the fake house that I made up for him. It’s in my Very Important newspaper article, from March 13, 2005. (pulls out a crumbled, yellowing newspaper article)
I’m going to turn the house into something. First it was going to be a factory for Dreamachines, but their values took a nose dive when my spiteful girlfriend, Erstwhile insisted on living. So, now it’s going to be a shrine that Mengele Fans visit, and I plan to charge them admission.
You say, Mengele has a house, and it’s somewhere in Brazil? Yes, I know that, but what if he had Two Houses? What if one was his vacation house? Did you want to go to Nueva Germania with me? I have tours departing twice a year once in April and once in October.
I have not been there yet myself, but as soon as my funding comes in, I will go there and find some structure to call Mengele’s House and then buy it. I just need help with establishing that Mengele was in Nueva Germania.
What! You say, it doesn’t matter. Mengele was a Monster, and you don’t care where he lived in South America after the War. That is a fine attitude to have, you Old Bat.
You say, I am looking just as old as you? I’m like 35. I just look 60.
Look, I had a woman with an enormous head that was going to say she knew Mengele as a child, but she pulled out of the deal when I tried to sell her 12 year old daughter to my pet parrot. I don’t need you, I can find another patsy, a better patsy, probably just at the next house.
Door Slams Shut
Woodleaf addressing Cracky The Parrot:
“My Story” was to be a teaser to a book the Big Headed Woman was writing about Nueva Germania. Mengele was a degenerate drunk came into town screaming for whiskey, rather then a peaceful man waiting in line in a deli in New Jersey to get an sandwich. This is referred to online as The Nazi Deli. (see this chapter in the link posted)
I also wanted to team up with Jack Kevorkian to write songs for people who were about to die or commit suicide. But, I nothing came from that. I noticed that Jack Kevorkian had quite a bit in common with Mengele. Both of them were Doctors and Jack Kevorkian played and composed music, and he also did art. I do both of things! Jack Kevorkian like Mengele was interested in experimenting on death row inmates. In fact he had many ideas for what he wished to accomplish. It was only after he ran into a road block, he turned to the idea of assisted suicides.