A woman brought a very limp duck into a veterinary 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. The dog then looked up at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head back and forth. 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 before, your duck is most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck. I'm terribly sorry"
The vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill, which he handed to the woman. The woman, still in shock from her loss, took the bill and screamed, "ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY DOLLARS! Are you crazy? Just for you to tell me, that my Cuddles is gone?" The vet shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm sorry very sorry. If you had just taken my word for it in the first place, the bill would have been only twenty dollars, but you wanted additional proof, so with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan, it's now one hundred and fifty dollars."
Sorry guys, and thanks a lot Bob Chamberlain.