A woman brought a very limp duck 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 so sorry,

Cuddles has passed

away."

The distressed owner wailed, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am sure. The duck is dead," he replied.

"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, and returned a few

moments 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 at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head.

The vet patted the dog and took it out, and returned a few moments later with a

beautiful cat. The cat jumped up on the table and also sniffed delicately at the

bird. 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." Then 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'd taken my word for it, the bill would have

been £20, but what with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan . .

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