There was a letter in Shooting Times a few years back from a chap who was out walking his Labrador on the beach at Lytham St Annes when a Tonka from Warton stoofed into the oggin. Said Lab ran into the waves and swam around for a while, looking to retrieve it.
Back on thread, two ducks flying over Belfast,
Duck Lead says:" Quack, Quack"
Wingduck replys: "I can't go any feckin quacker".
OK, I'm gone.