A woman brought a very limp duck into the vet's office. As she laid her pet on the table, the vet pullout his stethoscope and listened to the bird's chest.
After a moment or two, the vet shook his head. "I'm sorry, but your duck, Cuddles, has passed away," he said sadly.
The distressed woman wailed, "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure. Your duck is dead," replied the vet.
"How can you be so sure?" she asked. "I mean you haven't done any testing on him or anything. He might be in a coma or something."
The vet rolled his eyes, turned around the 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. The dog then looked up at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head. The vet patted the dog on the head and lead it out of the room. A couple minutes later, he returned with a cat. The cat jumped onto the table and also sniffed at the duck. He sat back on his haunches, shook his head, meowed softly and strolled out of the room.
The vet looked at the woman, "I'm sorry, but as I said, this is most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck." The vet turned to his computer, hit a few keys and produced a bill. He turned and handed it to the woman. The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill and looked at it.
"$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've been $20. But with the Lab report and the Cat scan, it's now $150."
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