“Ducks, Sunglasses, and a Jail Cell: A Small-Town Comedy”
One sunny afternoon in a quiet little town, Officer Jenkins was out on patrol when he spotted something bizarre rolling down Main Street—a rusty old pickup truck with its bed absolutely overflowing with ducks. Dozens of them, all quacking, waddling, and flapping their wings as they enjoyed the ride like they were on a field trip.
Officer Jenkins flipped on his lights and pulled the truck over.
He approached the window, and there sat an old man, grinning like he didn’t have a care in the world. His flannel shirt was half-buttoned, and a straw hat sat crooked on his head.
“Sir,” Jenkins said, trying to keep a straight face, “you can’t drive around town with a flock of ducks in the back of your truck. This isn’t a parade.”
The old man gave a thoughtful nod. “I hear ya, officer.”
“You need to take those ducks to the zoo, immediately,” Jenkins added firmly.
The old man tipped his hat. “Yes, sir. Right away.”
Satisfied, Jenkins let him go and drove off.
But the very next day, while sipping his morning coffee
