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A few months ago, I was in my local pub at around lunchtime. The doors opened and a duck walked in, waddled to the bar and sat on a barstool.

"Alright mate," he said to the bartender.
"What the..." the bartender looked around, and his eyes rested on the duck.
"I'll have a pint of Worthingtons and a pack of roased nuts."
The barman took five second to collect his jaw from the floor. "Wow...you're a talking duck! What are you doing here?!"
"Oh, I'm working on the building site across the road." The duck explained. "I'm a plasterer."



For the next few weeks, this duck would come in every lunchtime without fail for a pint and some nuts. Then one day, he came in as usual, sat himself down at the bar. By this time, the still-astounded barman knew the duck's order, so he went straight to work pulling the pint of beer.
"Hey," the barman said as he put the empty pint glass under the tap and pulled the handle. "I have good news for you, duck. I know a feller who works in a circus. I told him about you last night, and he's very interested in having you work for him!"

The duck paused, furrowed his brow, then replied. "A circus?"
"Yep."
"With clowns and elephants?"
"Yep!"
"Lions and trapeze artists?"
"Yep!"
"Big tent and a ringmaster?"
"Yep!"
"Animals and daredevil stunts?"
"Yep!"



"What the bugger do they need a plasterer for?"