"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.