A woman brought a very limp duck to the vet'soffice.
>
>As she lay 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 pet 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 lab and led it out of the exam room.
>
>He 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 its 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, hit a few keys and produced a bill,
>which he handed to the woman.
>
>The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill.
>
>She screamed, "£150!"..."£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.
>
>As she lay 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 pet 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 lab and led it out of the exam room.
>
>He 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 its 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, hit a few keys and produced a bill,
>which he handed to the woman.
>
>The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill.
>
>She screamed, "£150!"..."£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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