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, Polly has passed away".
The distressed owner wailed, "Are you sure? I mean, you haven't done any testing
on her or
anything. She 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
beautiful black Labrador. 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 sad eyes.
The vet led the dog out and returned a few moments later with a cat. The cat
jumped up and also
sniffed delicately at the bird. The cat sat back, meowed sadly and ran out of
the room.
The vet said to the woman, "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. "$150!" 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...what did you expect?"
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