A woman
brought a very limp parrot into the 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 sadly and said, "I'm so sorry. Polly has passed
away."
The distressed owner wailed, "Are you sure? I mean, you have
not 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,
returning a few moments later with a 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 with sad
eyes and shook his head.
The vet patted the dog and took it out but returned a few moments
later with a cat! The cat jumped up and also sniffed delicately at
the ex-bird. The cat sat back, shook its head, meowed, and ran out
of the room.
The vet looked at the woman and said, "I'm sorry, but like I
said, your parrot is most definitely 100%
certifiably...dead."
He then turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys, and
produced a bill, which he handed to the woman.
The parrot's owner, still in shock, took the bill.
"$150!" she cried. $150 just to tell me my bird is
dead?!"
The vet shrugged. "If you'd taken my word for it, the bill
would only have been $20, but...with the Lab Report and the Cat
Scan...." |
