The Duck

Duck walks into a hardware store. "Got any duck food?"

he quacks. "Sorry, no," says the proprietor. Duck leaves.

Next day the duck is back. "Got any duck food?" "No,"

says the proprietor. "I told you before. We don't carry it."

Next day he's back again: "Got any duck food?" The

proprietor glares at him. "Look, buddy, we don't sell duck

food. We never have and never will. And if you ask me

that one more time, I'll nail your webbed feet to the

floor."

Next day the duck is back. "Got any nails?"

"We're out of nails today," says the proprietor.

"Got any duck food?"