A mangy looking guy named Harvey goes into a bar and orders a drink. The bartender says, “No way. I don’t think you can pay for it.”

Harvey 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 risque.”

“Deal!,” says Harv, 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 keyboard 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.”

Harvey downs the drink and asks the bartender for another.

“Money or another miracle,” says the bartender.

Harv 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 really 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.

Harvey 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 Harv, “Are you some kind of nut? You sold a singing frog for $300? It must be worth millions. You must be crazy.”

“Not so,” Harvey snickers, “the hamster’s a ventriloquist.”