A Duck walks into a pub and orders a pint of beer.

The barman says, "Hey, you're a duck".

"Nothing wrong with your eyesight," observes the duck.

"Yeah, but I mean - you can TALK," says the barman.

"Guess your ears are fine too," answers the duck. "Now, can have a beer, please."

The barman serves the duck a pint and asks him, "So, what brings a duck like you to these parts?"

"Oh," says the duck, "I work on the building site across the road. We'll be here for a couple of weeks, and I'll most likely be in every lunch hour for a pint."

The duck slurped down his beer, wiggling his tail happily.

Just as he said, the duck waddles over from his job at the building site and has his lunch time lager.

The next week, the circus comes to town on its annual round. The circus owner wanders in for a pint and the barman tells him about the talikng duck.

"You should get this duck to join your circus," he says. "For a small fee, I could hook you up with this duck and you could make lots of money. Everyone would love to see a talking duck I think. Don't you?"

The circus man nods his agreement excitedly while sipping his beer and the barman agrees to talk to the duck about the circus.

The following day, the duck comes in at lunch time as he had been for those many days. The barman says to the duck (with pound signs in his eyes), "You know, the circus is in town, and yesterday I was chatting to the owner about you. He's very interested in you."

"Really?" says the duck.

"Yes. You could make a lot of money there. I can fix it up for you easily."

"Hang on," said the duck. "You did say a CIRCUS, didn't you?"

"That's right."

"That's one of those big tent things, isn't it? With a big pole
in the middle?"

"Yes!"

"That's canvas, isn't it?" said the duck.

"Of course," replied the barman, "I can get you a job there starting tomorrow. The circus owner's dead keen on the idea."

The duck looked very puzzled. "But why would he want to hire a plasterer?"