Your Duck is Dead
Your Duck is Dead--
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 and sadly said,
"I'm sorry, your duck, Cuddles, has passed away."
The distressed woman wailed, "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I am sure. Your duck is dead," replied the vet..
"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 turned around and left the room. He returned a few minutes
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 up at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head.
The vet patted the dog on the head and took it out of the room.
A few minutes later he returned with a cat. The cat jumped on the
table and also delicately sniffed the duck 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."
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 had just 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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