"The Duckless Rooster."  Again, there were two voices, not just one.  "My dad told me a story of a rooster what had a friend what was a duck.  They were great friends.  One day the duck died.  The rooster tried to make friends with other ducks, but no duck would be his friend.  So when people saw him all alone, they called him the duckless rooster.  I liked the name and always knew if I ever owned a pub, I'd have to call it the Duckless Rooster.  Besides, I've always heard that a pub is known by its story."  Inside he knew only too well that he was a duckless rooster also so he knew exactly what the lil fella felt.  He paused for a moment.  "It's obviously not on when the food finally gets served or nothing like that!"  He yelled the last.

"I know I know."  The woman in the back said.  "If you don't like it, you can always fire me."  And she just laughed knowing full well he'd be up a shit's creek should that ever happen.

"How long?"  Llew asked the voice from beyond the back wall.  

"Not long now."  Came the screech.