Three little ducks go into a Bar. “Say, what’s your name?” the bartender asked the first duck. “Huey,” was the reply. “How’s your day been, Huey?” “Great. Lovely day. Had a ball. Been in and out of...

Three little ducks go into a Bar.
“Say, what’s your name?” the bartender asked the first duck.
“Huey,” was the reply.
“How’s your day been, Huey?”
“Great. Lovely day. Had a ball. Been in and out of puddles all day. What else could a duck want?” said Huey.
“Oh. That’s nice,” said the bartender. He turned to the second duck, “Hi, and what’s your name?”
“Dewey,” came the answer from duck number two.
“So how’s your day been, Dewey! ?” he asked.
“Great. Lovely day. I’ve had a ball too. Been in and out of puddles all day myself. What else could a duck want?”
The bartender turned to the third duck and said, “So, you must be Louie?”
“No,” she said, batting her eyelashes.
“My name is Puddles.”

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