> A woman brought a very limp duck into a veterinary surgeon.
> As she lay 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 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 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 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."
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