The Hamster and the Frog

A mangy looking guy goes into a bar and orders a drink.
The bartender says: “No way. I don’t think you can pay for
it.”
The guy says, “You’re right. I don’t have any money, but if I
show you something you haven’t seen before, will you give
me a drink?”

The bartender says, “Only if what you show me ain’t
risqué.”
“Deal!” says the guy and reaches into his coat pocket and
pulls out a hamster. He puts the hamster on the bar and it
runs to the end of the bar, down the bar, across the room,
up the piano, jumps on the key board and starts playing
Gershwin songs. And the hamster is really good.
The bartender says, “You’re right. I’ve never seen anything
like that before. That hamster is truly good on the piano.”
The guy downs the drink and asks the bartender for another.
“Money or another miracle — else no drink,” says the
bartender. The guy reaches into his coat again and pulls out
a frog. He puts the frog on the bar, and the frog starts to
sing. He has a marvelous voice and great pitch. A fine
singer. A stranger from the other end of the bar runs over to
the guy and offers him $300 for the frog.
The guy says “It’s a deal.” He takes the three hundred and
gives the stranger the frog. The stranger runs out of the bar.
The bartender says to the guy “Are you some kind of nut?
You sold a singing frog for $300? It must have been worth
millions. You must be crazy.”
“Not so,” says the guy. “The hamster is also a ventriloquist.”