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BrucePowers -> RE: THE THREAD!!! (9/16/2010 4:56:39 PM)
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This one is for Chickenboy....
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 few seconds the vet shook his head and sadly said, "I'm sorry your duck, Cuddles, is dead".
The distressed woman cryed, "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 at all. 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 retriver. 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 petted the dog on the head and took it out of the room. A few minutes later he returned with a cat. The cat jumped up 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, hit a few keys and produced a bill which he gave to the woman. The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill. "$500 just to tell me my duck is dead!", she cried. 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 Cat scan it's now 500."
[:D]
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