The duck looks at him. “My eyesight’s just fine, thank you very much,” he says calmly.
“Indeed,” the duck says, “And I think your hearing is working well, too. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d really like my beer and sandwich.”
“Oh, right, of course! Sorry about that,” the bartender says, trying to act normal. He starts pouring the duck’s beer. “It’s just… we don’t see ducks in here very often. What brings you to this part of town?”
“I’m working on the building site across the street,” the duck explains, taking a sip of his beer. “I’m a plasterer.”
The bartender is completely amazed. He can hardly believe what he’s hearing. He wants to ask a million questions, but he sees the duck has pulled a newspaper from his bag and is reading it. So, he decides to wait.
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