he walked up the market-town 's main thoroughfare , past the mimers , past two fat women selling pots and pans ( territories tupperware , jack thought , and grinned ) , past that wonderful two-headed parrot ( its one-eyed owner was now drinking quite openly from a clay bottle , reeling wildly from one end of his booth to the other , holding the dazed-looking rooster by the neck and yelling truculently at passersby - jack saw the man 's scrawny right arm was caked with yellowish-white guano , and grimaced ) , past an open area where farmers were gathered .