The Dead Duck
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 silent moment, the vet shook his head and sadly said, “I am sorry, your duck is dead.”
The woman protested, “How can you be so sure? You haven’t done any testing on him. He might just be in a coma or something else.” The vet rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room.
He returned with a black Labrador Retriever. The dog sniffed the duck from top to bottom and the dog 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 shook his head, meowed softly, and strolled out of the room.
The vet looked at the woman and said, “I am 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 just to tell me my duck is dead!!!”
The vet shrugged, “I am 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.”
