Jackie Wacky thought that everyone was wacky and pixilated—everyone except for her, that is. In fact, she pronounced, “They call me Jackie Wacky because that's exactly what I'm not.”

I loved her because she was indeed totally wacky. Nothing that she ever said or did made any sense even to me, and I'm a nonsensical Dodo. One day she walked up to me and asked, “Why are you so pixilated and wacky? Were you born that way? Are you on any anti-wacky medication? If you're not then you should be. Why can't you be more normal and make sense like I do? And tell me when did you get out of the mental ward for the totally bonked-out bonkers?”

“Thank you Jackie, thank you for saying that. Do you really mean all that or are you just saying that to be nice?” I wanted to know.

“Yes, I really mean every word of it. But aren't you angry why I think that you're dumber than dumb and twice as fat and ugly?”

“There you go again Jackie complimenting me for no reason at all. Are you sure that you're not just saying that because I really am fat and ugly. Or is it because you're thinking that maybe I'm not and that I just need to hear that about myself to feel better?”

“Why are you such a stupid Dodo? Can't you realize what's going on here? And why are you always agreeing with me? Why aren't you ready to kill me and deny the truth about yourself?” she argued.

This went on for hours until she was lost for words. She finally ended it by saying, “They call me Jackie Wacky because that's exactly what I'm not. But they call you Dum Dum Dodo because that's who you really are.”

We just stood there and smiled at each other because we both knew that the truth is the truth and nothing but the truth.