“Say, what’s your name?” the bartender asked the first duck.

“Huey,” was the reply.

“How’s your day been, Huey?”

“Great. Lovely day. Had a ball. Been in and out of puddles all day. What
else could a duck want?” said Huey.

“Oh. That’s nice,” said the bartender. He turned to the second duck, “Hi,
and what’s your name?” (and no, I don’t know why the bartender sounds like
the lady from Romper Room. I don’t write this stuff, folks)

“Dewey,” came the answer from duck number two.

“So how’s your day been, Dewey?” he asked.

“Great. Lovely day. I’ve had a ball too. Been in and out of puddles all
day myself. What else could a duck want?”

The bartender turned to the third duck and said, “So, you must be Louie?”

“No,” she said, batting her eyelashes. “My name is Puddles.”