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> A woman brought a very limp duck into a veterinary surgery. 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, 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. The duck's owner
> looked
> > on in amazement as 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 have taken my word for it, the
> bill
> > would have been £20, but what with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan.....