So Bob set out for the pig pen. He asked the old sow, and she said, "No. Oink. But, I probably knew your ole man. Oink." Bob asked, "Did you say that my father's name is Oink?"
The old sow pulled her nose out of the mud again and "Oink. I think I heard his name was Stew. I haven't seen him in a long time. He used to live up by the barn." And with that, the old sow sunk lazily into the mud.
ran through teh chicken door, and Lo and Behold, a huge ducken was standing there, dozing. Bob ran up to him and asked his name. "Stew" the ducken said. Suddenly,
"Dad, am I a chicken or a duck" Bob quacked. Stew shook his head. "You're a gocken." Bob gasped. "what is a gocken?!" he cried.. Stew says "Your mother was a very pretty goose, so you are a goducken." Bob felt his rounded curved bill. "Why do the ducks back there say I'm not one of them?" Stew explained, "because you are neither a chicken, a duck or a ducken, or a goose. You are unique." At that moment a hen burst in.