A woman brought a verylimp duck into a veterinary surgeon. As she laid her peton 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 amsure. Your duck is dead," replied the vet..
"How canyou be so sure?" she protested. "I mean you haven't done any testing on him or anything. He might just be in a coma orsomething." The vet rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room. He returneda few minutes later with a black Labrador Retriever. Asthe duck's owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hindlegs, put his front paws on the examination table and sniffedthe duck from top to bottom. He thenlooked 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. Afew minutes later he returned with a cat. The cat jumped on thetable and also delicately sniffed the bird from head to foot. The cat satback on its haunches, shook its head, meowed softly and strolled out of theroom. The vet looked at the woman and said, "I'm sorry, but asI 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'sowner, still in shock, took the bill. "$150!" she cried, "$150 just to tell me my duck isdead!" The vetshrugged, "I'm sorry. If you had just taken my word for it, the billwould have been $20, but with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan, it'snow $150."