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 hindlegs, 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 what
with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan, it all adds up.”