A woman brought a very limp parrot into a
veterinary surgeon. 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, 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 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 and shook his head. The
vet took the dog out, but returned a few moments later with a cat. The
cat jumped up and also sniffed delicately at the bird. The cat sat back,
shook its head, meowed and ran out of the room.
The vet looked at the woman and said, "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 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 that's with the Lab report and the cat scan......"