A duck wandered into a Stockbroker's office and knocked on the counter.
The Stockbroker came out of the back room and, seeing no-one, turned to go back.
The duck knocked again, and the man, puzzled, looked over the counter.
'Hi there, I'd like to buy some shares', said the duck.
But ..... but ..... you're a DUCK, said the man.
'So?' said the duck.
'And you can TALK'.
'Yeah, an I'd like ta buy some shares'.
The Stockbroker was dumbfounded, but asked the duck inside and gave him a seat.
'How can a duck afford to buy shares?' he asked.
Well, said the duck. I'm a Bricklayer on the building site 'cross the road, and I wanna be rich before I retire. I can afford to invest $500 a month. Is that 'nough to make me rich'?
'Hey, tell you what', said the Stockbroker. 'If you want to be rich, I know a guy who owns a Circus. He'd pay you a FORTUNE if you went to work for him!'
'Well ..... I dunno', said the duck. 'I'm doin ok where I am'.
'Think about it', said the Stockbroker. 'Easy work, travel, fame and fortune, living the free life under canvas .......
'Yeah, well that all sounds pretty good', said the duck.
But why would they wanna Bricklayer?
Rob