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
rolled his eyes, 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 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."
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."
BOB UPTH NORTH.....