An elderly lady had owned an exceedingly large parrot for some time. As she lived a quiet and retiring life, she only rarely had visitors. On one such occasion a lady friend of many years was sitting in the parlor while the bird perched nearby.
Throughout the day the bird kept repeating, "Cracker want a polly. Cracker want a polly."
"If you won't mind my saying so," the owner's friend remarked, "your parrot seems quite confused."
"No," the elderly lady replied meekly. "His name is Cracker, and he has become quite lonely ..."