The farm here is divided by a road. Not just any road, a commuter road. It makes life interesting.
You know the joke. The answer around here, however, is very different...
We have ducks. We have had ducks. We used to have more ducks, but now we have fewer ducks. This road, between our fields, is like the ducks' source of entertainment. Particularly in the morning, during the "rush" time.
In the morning, the ducks waddle out in a line, down over the field, through the creek, up the yard, past the wooden fence and to..the road. Why does the duck cross the road? The duck doesn't cross the road. The duck waddles onto the road, and looks back to his buddies. He quacks to the buddies. The buddies all waddle up to the road. They all stand in a line stretching across the road. Now traffic in both directions is stopped. Car honks, duck quacks. (We have come to the conclusion that the ducks think the cars are "talking" to them when they honk.) Cars honk, ducks quack. Finally one frustrated driver edges around ducks and into the gravel (slowly) on the right side of the road, other cars follow, they are on their way again. The ducks find themselves alone in the middle of the road. The ducks waddle to the other side of the road. Nothing more to see there. Repeat this scenario in the afternoon "rush".
What are you going to do about it? There really isn't anything we can do about it. We can't find where the ducks sleep to "lock them up" at night. They are all drakes(male) so it's not like they are profitable on the farm...though they do eat ticks...All we can really do is watch them waddle and apologize to the cars on the road. If you pass by our farm...go a little slower and see if you can figure out the real answer to the joke.
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