He talks, drinks beer, eats sandwiches, reads the paper… he’s amazing!”
“Is that right?” the circus manager said, handing the bartender his card. “Tell him to give me a call.”
The next day, when the duck came in, the bartender said, “Hey Mr. 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?” asked the duck.
“That’s the one,” said the bartender. “And the tent is made of that heavy fabric with a hole at the top?” the duck asked. “That’s right!” said the bartender.
The duck shook his head and said, “Why would they need a plasterer?”
