The bartender stared and said, “Hold on a sec! You’re a duck!
“That’s pretty obvious,” the duck replied.
“And you talk!” shouted the bartender.
“And you hear wel!!” the duck said. “Now, about that beer andsandwich?”
“Oh, right, sorry,” the bartender said, pouring the duck’s beer“We don’t get many ducks around here. What brings you in?’
“I’m working at that construction site over there,” the duckexplained.“I’m a plasterer.”
The bartender was surprised, but let the duck be when hepulled out a newspaper to read.
The duck read the paper, ate his food, and left. He did thisevery day for two weeks.
Then, the circus came to town. The circus manager came intothe pub, and the bartender said, “Hey, you’re with the circusright? I know a duck who’d be a star in your show! He talksdrinks beer, eats sandwiches, reads the paper… he’s amazing!”
“Is that right?” the circus manager said, handing the bartenderhis card. “Tell him to give me a call.”
The next day, when the duck came in, the bartender said,“HeyMr. Duck, I think I found you a fantastic job that pays well.”
“I’m always interested in new opportunities,” the duck said“Where is it?”
“At the circus,” the bartender answered.
“The circus?” the duck asked
“Yep,” said the bartender.
“The circus?” the duck asked again. “The one with the big tent?”
“Exactly!” said the bartender.
“With the animals in cages and people living in trailers?” askedthe duck.
“That’s the one,” said the bartender.
“And the tent is made of that heavy fabric with a hole at thetop?” the duck asked.
“That’s right!” said the bartender.
The duck shook his head and said, “Why would they need aplasterer?”