A friend sent me this joke and since I laughed out loud when I read it I decided I should share it so here you go:
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 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. He then 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 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."
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 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."
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