Your Duck
 is Dead--

 A

 woman brought a very limp duck into a 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 and sadly     said  "I'm sorry,

 your duck, Cuddles, has passed away."

  The distressed woman wailed, "Are you sure?"

 Yes, I am sure. Your duck is dead," replied the vet..

 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. He returned

 a few minutes 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 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.

 

 

 A few minutes

 later he returned with a cat. The cat jumped on the table and also delicately sniffed

 the bird from head to foot. 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."

  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 had just taken my word for it, the bill would

 have been $20, but with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan, it's now $150

 

 

 
 
 
 

 

Nice one.

Mark.

L O L

Cute!

Thanks for a good laugh!!!