Friday, March 9, 2012

Your 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 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."  
 
 
You  know the drill  ... if you're smiling, you must pass it
on, give someone else a smile too!  Share the laughter ....
 
 
 

 
 
 
 


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