Three ducks
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This guy walks into a quiet bar. He is carrying three ducks; one in each
hand and one under his left arm. He places them on the bar. He has a few
drinks and chats with the bartender. The bartender is experienced and has
learned not to ask people about the animals that they bring into the bar, so
he doesn't mention the ducks.

They chat for a few minutes, then the guy with the ducks goes the restroom.
The ducks are left on the bar.  Mentally shrugging his shoulders, the
bartender decides to try to make some conversation: "What's your name?" he
says to the first duck. "Huey," the duck replies. "How's your day been,
Huey?" "Great.  Lovely day.  Had a ball.  Been in and out of puddles all
day." "That's nice," agrees the bartender.

"And what's your name?" he says to the second duck. "Dewey," comes the
answer. "How's your day been, Dewey?" "Great.  Lovely day.  Had a ball .
Been in and out of puddles all day.  If I had the chance another day, I
would do the same again."

He turns to the third duck and says, "I see, and you must be Louie!" "No,"
growls the third duck, "my name is Puddles.  And don't ask about my fucking
day."