A Duck walks into a bar and orders a 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 I have a beer please."

The barman serves the duck a pint and
asks him what he's doing in the area.

"Oh," says the duck. "I work on the
building site over the road. We'll be here for a couple of weeks, and I'll
be in each lunchtime for a pint."

And each day the duck waddles over from
his job at the building site and has his lunchtime lager.

Next week, the circus comes to town on its annual round.

The Circus owner comes
in for a pint, and the barman tells him about the talking duck.

"You should
get it into your circus," he says. "Make a lot of bucks out of a talking
duck. I'll speak to him about it."

Following day, the duck comes in at lunchtime.

The barman says: "You know, the
circus is in town, and yesterday I was chatting to the owner. He's very
interested in you."

"Really?" says the duck.

"Yeah. 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 tent
things, isn't it? With a big pole in the middle?"

"Yeah!"

"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."

The duck looked very puzzled, "What on earth would he want with a
plasterer?"