A woman brought a very limp parrot into the
Veterinarian's office. As she lay 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, but Polly has passed
away".
The distressed owner wailed, "Are you sure?
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, shrugged, turned and
left the room
returning a few moments later with a black Labrador
dog.
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 his sad, brown eyes and shook his
head. The Vet
patted the dog and took it out of the office, but
returned a
few moments later with a cat!
The cat jumped up and also sniffed delicately at
the 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.
"What's this?" 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..."