Hi, I’m Nana. When you’re a parrot—and even more so when yuo’re the ghost of a dead parrot…er, wait…wouldn’t that be the ghost of a live parrot after it died? This life and death stuff is so confuse! Where was I? Oh yes. When you’re a parrot, folks say all kinds of things around you without thinking. I’ve collected a number of yarns over the years—of course, when you get to my age, they start unravelling, so I need your help to fill in the blanks. Get it? Eh? Eh?