Three women are driving in a car, until they crash into a tree, and all three of them die and go to heaven.
In heaven, three women are greeted by the Divine with an unusual directive: Avoid treading on any ducks. As the women enter the pearly gates, they’re astonished by the abundance of ducks waddling on pathways, nesting in nooks, and lounging in laneways.
Barely a full day elapses when one of the women accidentally crushes a quacking resident underfoot. At once, a celestial figure materializes, lugging along a disagreeably unattractive chap, replete with a dome devoid of hair and a countenance akin to an aquatic creature of profound unattractiveness. She’s admonished by the Divine for her misstep and commanded to remain forevermore yoked to this unsightly individual.
Weeks trickle by until another of the trio, enjoying a leisurely meander, stumbles and inadvertently dooms another duck. In response, the celestial presence presents an even more unappealing partner and informs her she must spend eternity bound to this homely man as a consequence of her stumble.
Several months drift past, with the third woman diligently evading the duck dilemma. Yet unexpectedly, the Divine reappears, pairing her with a man of such striking allure, he could rival the sun’s own radiance. He stands tall, muscles etched into his frame, crowned with glistening strands of gold. In stunned bewilderment, she inquires how she earned the fortune to be tethered to such extraordinary beauty.
Shrugging with charm, the Adonis replies, “Well, for you, I’m not sure. But as for me, I’m here because I stepped on a duck.”
