A police officer was patrolling downtown when he noticed an old man in a rusty pickup truck — the bed overflowing with ducks. They were quacking, waddling, and poking their heads over the sides like a feathery parade on wheels. The officer pulled him over. “Sir, you can’t be driving around with all these ducks. Take them to the zoo immediately!” The old man tipped his hat, nodded seriously, and drove away.
The very next afternoon, the officer nearly spilled his coffee when the same pickup rolled past. It was still packed with ducks — only this time, every single one wore tiny sunglasses. Some even bobbed their heads in rhythm to the country music blasting from the radio. The officer flipped on his lights and stopped the truck again.
“I thought I told you to take these ducks to the zoo!” he barked. The old man just grinned. “I did, officer. Took ’em yesterday. They loved the monkeys, had some popcorn, even posed for pictures.” The officer stood speechless as the man tipped his hat once more.
“But today’s a new day — so I’m takin’ them to the beach! Got sunscreen, shades, and floaties in the back. These ducks are living their best life.” With that, the truck rumbled off, followed by the happiest — and most stylish — ducks the town had ever seen.