Story suggested by Michelle Craik Monday 22 March
A duck and an elephant walked into a bar. The elephant had a monkey on its back.
It’s not as strange as you think, as it was a bar on the beach so the elephant could just stroll up to the counter. The duck flipped up onto a barstool and watched her friend fondly. The monkey hopped onto the thatched roof to sit in the sun.
Barkeep, I have had a bad day and a real monkey on my back, so give me something to bring the sun out
The barman had been around the block a few times, so it took a lot to shake him.
Coming right up and what can I get for your pretty friend?
As he spoke he opened two bottles of sparkling wine and emptied them into a bucket, threw in two half oranges and a bunch of celery. He then added a bottle of tequila, a tin of passion fruit and a bowl of cherries.
There you go big fella, that is called a Bahamas Sunshine and should straighten the kinks in your tail!
The elephant inserted his trunk, sucked up the lot and squirted it into his mouth.
Goodness gracious me! That was a very fine drop! Hit me again, but make it a double! Oh and my friend will have a beer (make it a half, ducks don’t have a very good head for liquor.)
You got any peanuts for my driver?
The barman didn’t know if he was glad or sad that there were no other customers in his bar.
The duck made some soft quacking noises to the elephant, who said: Can you point us to the facilities, it’s been a long trip.
Thinking quickly the barman realised that his tiny facility would not accommodate an elephant: The ladies is down that passage, but I am sorry there is a burst pipe in the gents, so if you don’t mind, there is a grove of coconut palms just outside, next to the garden…
The duck waddled off and the elephant headed for the palm trees.
A few minutes later a familiar, strident voice was heard from the kitchen: Henry! There was a duck in the facilities; I shoo’d it away and luckily it just quacked off!
The barman replied yeah! she came in with her buddy the elephant.
The voice from the kitchen took on an accusatory tone: Have you been smoking that Jamaican tobacco again?!
Henry began to wonder, when neither the elephant nor the duck returned. Just then the monkey scampered by saying: where’s my ride?
The barkeep sat down and poured himself a double scotch; he had stopped smoking after getting weird dreams – maybe this was an after kick, it was good stuff!
Later that day the phone rang: Hi – you may remember me, I was in earlier for a drink, the big guy with the pretty girl friend? Anyway, sorry for ducking out, but I had to find a way to get the monkey off my back.
I’ll settle the tab on my next visit, you pour a mean breakfast cocktail. Ooops! gotta go, this is a trunk call…
Henry put the phone down and decided may be he would start smoking again.