Where the Ducks Went — 382
A man was brought into one of the New York courts on the charge of having stolen some ducks from a farmer. “How do you know they are your ducks?” asked the defendant’s counsel. “Oh! I should know them anywhere,” said the farmer, who proceeded to describe their peculiarities. “Why,” said the prisoner’s counsel, “those ducks can’t be such a rare breed—I have some very much like them in my yard.” “That’s not unlikely, sir,” said the farmer, “they are not the only ducks I’ve had stolen lately.” Call the next witness.