So the doctor steps into one of his many examination rooms, then greets the old woman he remembers who visited him a few months prior who claimed to have a duck in her butt. He asks her what the reason for her visit might be this time around. She says ‘oh no..it’s not for me, my lil butt duckling is the one in need of assistance this time’.’ ‘Madam, I am certainly no sort of skillfully trained and practicing proctologist..but if you’d like I could recommend a very good one for you’. ‘Oh, it’s really a very minor problem doctor’ she says.. ‘Oh really?’, he replies ‘let’s have it then dear..’ ‘My lil butt duckling seems to have..’, she sobs..’a very most unexpected..frog, in it’s throat’. ‘Oh, in that case madame..the animal hospital is really where you should try to have this problem properly fixed. Now, if you’ll excuse me..’ he replies nervously before darting out of the examining room door. Her mascara is running from her eyes to her cheeks as she continues to sob away in the otherwise empty room ‘Ohhh noooooo, they already said they couldn’t make the problem go away either. boo hooooo..’ (the 200 billion duck will return)
My very own little golden book for adults. 