The
Circus Comes To Town Sent in by Russ of Monrovia of California
A duck
walks into a pub and orders a pint of beer and a ham sandwich.
The bartender looks
at him and says, "Hang on! You're a duck."

"I
see your eyes are working," replies the
duck.
"And you can
talk!" exclaims the bartender.
"I see your
ears are working, too," says the duck. "Now if you don't
mind, can I have my beer and my sandwich please?"
"Certainly,
sorry about that," says the bartender as he pours the duck a
pint. "It's just we don't get many ducks in this pub. What are
you doing around this way?"
"I'm working
on the building site across the road," explains the duck.
"I'm a plasterer."

The flabbergasted
bartender cannot believe the duck and wants to learn more, but takes the
hint when the duck pulls out a newspaper from his bag and proceeds to
read it.
So, the duck reads
his paper, drinks his beer, eats his sandwich, bids the barman good day
and leaves.

The same thing happens
every day for two weeks.
Then one day the circus
comes to town. The ringmaster comes into the pub for a pint and the bartender
says to him, "You're with the circus, aren't you? Well, I know
this duck that could be just brilliant in your circus. He talks, drinks
beer, eats sandwiches, reads the newspaper and everything!"

"Sounds
marvelous," says the ringmaster, handing
over his business card. "Get him to give me a call."
So the next day when
the duck comes into the pub the bartender says, "Hey Mr. Duck,
I reckon I can line you up with a top job, paying really good money."
"I'm always
looking for the next job," says the duck. "Where is it?"
"At the circus,"
says the bartender.
"The circus?"
repeats the duck.
"That's right,"
replies the bartender.

"The
circus?" the duck asks again. "With
the big tent?"
"Yeah!"
the bartender replies.
"With all
the animals who live in cages, and performers who live in caravans?"
says the duck.
"Of course,"
the bartender replies.
"And the tent
has canvas sides and a big canvas roof with a hole in the middle?"
persists the duck.
"That's right!"
says the bartender.

The duck shakes his
head in amazement, and says, "What would they want
with a plasterer???"
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