A woman brought a very limp parrot into a veterinary surgery. 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 sadly and said, "I'm sorry, but Polly has passed away".
The distressed owner wailed, "Are you sure? 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, shrugged, turned and left the room only
to return a few moments later with beautiful black Labrador. As the
bird's owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs,
put his front paws on the examination table and sniffed the dead
parrot from top to bottom. He then looked at the vet, shook his head
and barked. The vet petted the dog, took it out and returned in a few
moments with a cat, which jumped up and also sniffed the bird on the
table. The cat sat back, shook its head and meowed. It then jumped off
the table and ran out of the room.
The vet looked at the woman and said, "I'm sorry; but like I said,
your parrot is dead." He then turned to his computer terminal, hit a
few keys, produced a bill and handed it to the woman.
Still puzzled, the parrot's owner took the bill and looked at it.
"$150!" she cried. "Just to tell me my bird is dead?! That's
ridiculous!"
The vet shrugged. "If you'd taken my word for it the bill would
only have been $20, but... what with the Lab Report and the Cat
Scan..."
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