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 ....