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 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. 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 printed 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 $30, but with the Lab Report and the
Cat Scan, it's now $150.00."
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 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. 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 printed 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 $30, but with the Lab Report and the
Cat Scan, it's now $150.00."
