A woman brought a very limp duck into a veterinary surgeon
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 has passed away."
The distressed owner wailed, "Are you sure? "Yes, I'm
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.
He 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 beautiful cat. The cat jumped
up on the table and also sniffed the bird from its beak to
its tail and back again. The cat sat back on its
haunches, shook its head, meowed softly, jumped down 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 all adds up."
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 has passed away."
The distressed owner wailed, "Are you sure? "Yes, I'm
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.
He 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 beautiful cat. The cat jumped
up on the table and also sniffed the bird from its beak to
its tail and back again. The cat sat back on its
haunches, shook its head, meowed softly, jumped down 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 all adds up."
