The Magic Lamp

A man walks into a bar looking rather down on his luck. The Bartender asks what's wrong, and the man produces a foot tall gent wearing a tuxedo from his jacket pocket. Before the Bartender can ask, the man proceeds to open his suitcase, and plonks a tiny piano in front of the little man.

The little guy starts playing his heart out, the Bartender couldn't help but smile at the spectacle. Surprised that someone could be sad with such an obvious money-maker in their pocket, the Bartender asks the man how he came across this gift.

The man once again reached into his pocket and pulled a lamp, explaining that it was magic and he got one wish. The Bartender snatched it away and greedily started rubbing, quietly mumbling his wish.

At first there was nothing.

Slowly a rumble of high pitched noise started building up in the distance. As it got louder, it became clear the sound was the quacking and squawking of ducks flying low toward the bar. Hundreds of thousands of ducks attacked the building, smashing windows and breaking roof tiles. After 10 or so minutes the last of the ducks had gone, and the Bartender gets out from behind the bar to survey the damage. His bar is ruined, covered in duck shit and dead ducks. The man was still at the bar. Suddenly outraged, the Bartender grabs the man by the jacket and asks "I thought you said this lamp was magic! This wasn't my wish at all!!"

The man slowly turned and said "Do you really think I wished for a 12 inch pianist?"