Three Ducks

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 about 30 minutes before the guy with the ducks
has to go to the restroom.

The ducks are left on the bar. The bartender is alone with the
ducks. There is an awkward silence. The Bartender decides to
try to make some conversation.

"What's your name?" He says to the first duck.
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"Huey" replies the first duck.

"How's your day been, Huey?"

"Great. Lovely day. Had a ball. Been in and out
of puddles all day."

"Oh. That's nice," says the Bartender.

Then he says to the second duck "Hi. And what's your
name?"

"Dewey," came the answer.

"So 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."

So the Bartender turns to the third duck and says
"So, you must be Louie."

"No," growls the third duck, "my
name is Puddles. And don't ask about my day."