A visit to the Vet
A woman brought a very limp parrot 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 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 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
front top to bottom. He then looked at the vet, shook his head and barked.
The vet fussed the dog, took it out and returned in a few moments with a
cat, who jumped up and also sniffed the bird on the table. The cat sat back,
shook its head and meowed. It then jumped off the table and ran out of the
The vet looked at the woman and said, "I'm sorry; but like I said, your
parrot is dead." He then turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys,
produced a bill and handed it to the woman.
Still puzzled, the parrot's owner took the bill and looked at it. "$150 !"
she cried. "Just to tell me my bird is dead?! That's ridiculous!"
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..."