And the wet duck said “Rid me of my riddle”.
… Two ducks walk into a museum to discover something new.
They ask the goose at the desk “What is new?” And the goose says “Not much, it
is a museum.”
So the ducks go out and find a pond to ponder. One says to
the other “why do we keep on cleaning our feathers if we are waterproof?” The second duck finds his pineal gland, bites
gently, rubs his beak on his tail and responds:
“ … so that when the pond gets dry we have an old habit to talk about”.
Ducks are wise around Baltimore.
July 25, 2013
©Vahé Kazandjian, 2013
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