CalamityJanet
A woman brought a very limp duck to the vet clinic. As she laid her pet on the table, the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the birds chest. After a moment or two, the vet shook his head and sadly said, Im so sorry, but your pet has passed on.
The distressed owner wailed, Are you sure?
Yes, Im sure. The duck is dead, he said.
How can you be so sure? she protested. You havent done any testing on it or anything. He might be in a coma or something.
The vet rolled his eyes, turned and left the room. He returned a few moments later with a black Labrador Retriever. As the ducks owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the table and sniffed the duck from top to bottom. He then looked at the vet and with sad eyes, 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 duck from its beak to its tail and back again. The cat then sat on his haunches, shook its head softly from side to side, jumped from the table and left the room. The vet looked at the woman and said, Im sorry, but as I said, this is most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck.
The vet then turned to his computer, hit a few keys and produced a bill, which he handed to the woman. The ducks owner took the bill, and in shock said, $150! $150 just to tell me my duck is dead?
The vet shrugged.
Im sorry. If you would have taken my word for it the bill would have been only $20, but with the lab report and the cat scan, well it all adds up.
Just a little humor for a sunny Wednesday afternoon.