Duck Bill

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." I think I'd like
another opinion.
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. 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." >