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A woman brought a very limp duck into a veterinary surgeon. As she lay her<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com
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pet on the table, the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the<o></o>
bird's chest. After a moment or two, the vet shook his head sadly and said,<o></o>
"I'm so sorry, your pet has passed away."<o></o>
The distressed owner wailed, "Are you sure?"<o></o>
"Yes, I'm sure. The duck is dead," he replied.<o></o>
"How can you be so sure," she protested. "I mean,<o></o>
you haven't done any testing on him or anything. He<o></o>
might just be in a coma or something."<o></o>
The vet rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room. He returned a few moments later with a black Labrador Retriever.<o></o>
As the duck's owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs,<o></o>
put his front paws on the examination table and sniffed the duck from top to<o></o>
bottom. He then looked at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head. The vet<o></o>
patted the dog and took it out and returned a few moments later with a<o></o>
beautiful cat. The cat jumped up on the table and also sniffed the bird from<o></o>
its beak to its tail and back again. The cat sat back<o></o>
on its haunches, shook its head, meowed softly, jumped down and strolled out<o></o>
of the room.<o></o>
The vet looked at the woman and said, "I'm sorry, but as I said, this is<o></o>
most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck." Then the vet turned to his<o></o>
computer terminal, hit a few keys, and produced a bill, which he handed to<o></o>
the woman.<o></o>
The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill. "$150!" she cried."$150<o></o>
just to tell me my duck is dead?!!"<o></o>
The vet shrugged. "I'm sorry. If you'd taken my word for it, the bill would<o></o>
have been $20.
But what with Lab Report and the Cat Scan, it all adds up." *rimshot*
fficeffice" /><o></o>pet on the table, the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the<o
></o>bird's chest. After a moment or two, the vet shook his head sadly and said,<o
></o>"I'm so sorry, your pet has passed away."<o
></o>The distressed owner wailed, "Are you sure?"<o
></o>"Yes, I'm sure. The duck is dead," he replied.<o
></o>"How can you be so sure," she protested. "I mean,<o
></o>you haven't done any testing on him or anything. He<o
></o>might just be in a coma or something."<o
></o>The vet rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room. He returned a few moments later with a black Labrador Retriever.<o
></o>As the duck's owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs,<o
></o>put his front paws on the examination table and sniffed the duck from top to<o
></o>bottom. He then looked at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head. The vet<o
></o>patted the dog and took it out and returned a few moments later with a<o
></o>beautiful cat. The cat jumped up on the table and also sniffed the bird from<o
></o>its beak to its tail and back again. The cat sat back<o
></o>on its haunches, shook its head, meowed softly, jumped down and strolled out<o
></o>of the room.<o
></o>The vet looked at the woman and said, "I'm sorry, but as I said, this is<o
></o>most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck." Then the vet turned to his<o
></o>computer terminal, hit a few keys, and produced a bill, which he handed to<o
></o>the woman.<o
></o>The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill. "$150!" she cried."$150<o
></o>just to tell me my duck is dead?!!"<o
></o>The vet shrugged. "I'm sorry. If you'd taken my word for it, the bill would<o
></o>have been $20.
But what with Lab Report and the Cat Scan, it all adds up." *rimshot*
