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 sadly and said. “I’m so
sorry, your duck Cuddles has passed away.
The distressed owner wailed. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I am 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 and 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
cat. The cat jumped upon the table and also sniffed delicately at the bird from
hear 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.”
Then the vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a
bill, which he handed to the woman.
The ducks owner, still in shock, took the bill and said, “$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’s now $150.”