A policeman was patrolling downtown when he spotted an old man driving a rusty pickup truck with the bed absolutely overflowing with ducks. They were waddling, quacking, and sticking their heads over the side like a feathery parade. The officer pulled him over and said sternly, “Sir, you can’t have a flock of ducks wandering around downtown. Take them to the zoo immediately!” The old man nodded seriously, tipped his hat, and drove off without another word.
The next afternoon, the officer nearly dropped his coffee when he saw the same pickup truck rolling down the street… still jam-packed with ducks. Only this time, every single duck was wearing a tiny pair of sunglasses. Some were even bobbing their heads to the country music playing from the truck’s radio. The officer’s jaw dropped as he flipped on his lights and pulled the old man over again.
“I thought I told you to take these ducks to the zoo!” the officer barked, pointing at the stylishly dressed birds. The old man smiled, completely unfazed, and said, “Oh, I did, officer. Took ’em there yesterday and they had a grand old time. Laughed at the monkeys, posed for pictures, and even tried the popcorn.”
The officer just stared, trying to process this, when the old man added cheerfully, “But today’s a new day, so I’m takin’ them to the beach! They’ve got sunscreen, shades, and floaties in the back. These ducks are living their best life!” He tipped his hat again, revved the engine, and the truck rumbled away—followed by the happiest, most fashionable ducks the town had ever seen.
