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Something on the lighter side

oly29

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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."