An Old Story

One day, a young boy and his 2 pet ducks were out in the field digging a big hole. of course the ducks couldn't dig so they made some juice and sandwiches for the lunch hour. The lunch hour was a couple hours away and the ducks were almost done with the preperations. Bothered by the fact that the ducks has the easy job and he had the hard one, the boy ordered the ducks to go search for a pink bucket and fill it with deer poop.Of course the ducks can't speak or understand english so they ran off to find a translator ( the ducks were from germany). The boy was content with the silence and was able to concentrate on the digging once again. laughing quietly to himself while pictureing the ducks skipping through the field with their stinky little pink bucket of deer poop.
The ducks contacted an old friend of theirs, Professor Handerson. He was glad to make a few phone calls to see what he could find. He reached a man named Helmut who lived not far from the field where the boy was digging the hole and he said he would be there straight away. The ducks thanked The Professor and hurried off to the field. On the way one of the ducks tripped and fell on a rake. The rake spikes went through his head. This duck died and the other was stricken with grief. it just sat by his friend and cried.
The German English translator arrived at the hole in the field and asked the boy what it was he was trying to say to the ducks. Confused as to why a German English translator had been sent to him the boy put his shovel down for a good think. He thought until the lunch hour and then invited Helmut to join him for juice and sandwiches, as he did not expect the ducks to return.

The hole got dug. the German English translator got fed. One duck died,One duck cried.And an old professor felt useful again.

the end.