
A
woman brought a very limp duck into a veterinary surgeon. As she laid
her pet on the table, the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened
to the bird's chest. After a moment or two, the vet shook his head
sadly and said,
"I'm so sorry, your Duck, Cuddles, has passed away."
The distressed owner wailed, "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I am sure. The duck is dead," he replied.
"How
can you be so sure?" she protested. "I mean, you haven't done any
testing on him or anything! . He might just be in a coma or something."
The
vet rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room, and returned a
few moments later with a black Labrador Retriever. As the duck's owner
looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front
paws on the examination table and sniffed the duck from top to bottom.
He then looked at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head. The vet
patted the dog and took it out, and returned a few moments later with a
cat.
The
cat jumped up on the table and also sniffed delicately at the bird from
head to foot. Then the cat sat back on it's haunches, shook its head,
meowed softly and strolled out of the room.
The vet looked at the woman and said, "I'm sorry, but as I said, this is most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck."
Then
the vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a
bill, which he handed to the woman. The duck's owner, still in shock,
took the bill.
"£150!" she cried, "£150 just to tell me my duck is dead!! "
The
vet shrugged. "I'm sorry. If you'd taken my word for it, the bill would
have been £20, but with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan, it's now
£150."
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