A duck walks into a pub…

He walks up to the landlord and asks for a pint of bitter. The landlord is a bit taken aback, but thinks custom is custom, he’ll serve the duck. The landlord asks, ‘We don’t get many ducks in here, what’s your name? Had a good day? ’ ‘Huey’, replies the duck. ‘Not a bad day. Just duck-stuff. Eating bread, paddling around in ponds, in and out of puddles.’ Sure enough, Huey finishes his pint and waddles out of the pub. 20 minutes later, to the Landlord’s astonishment, another duck waddles his way in. The Landlord, bemused, says ‘You’re the second duck we’ve had in today. Bitter, is it?’ The duck nods and the landlord continues, ‘What’s your name then, had a decent day?’ The duck replies, ‘I’m Bluey. Nice to meet you. Yeah, a decent day. Just doing duck stuff. Eating. Swimming. In and out of puddles. The usual.’ Bluey finishes up and waddles out. A few hours later, another duck wanders in. The Landlord, confused and amused says, ‘Let me guess, your name is Lewey.’ The duck, looking a bit grumpy, retorts, ‘I don’t know what you’re on about. My name’s Puddles.’