A woman brought a limp parrot in to the vet. The vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the bird's chest. then shook his head sadly and said, "I'm so sorry, Polly has passed away."
The owner wailed, "Are you sure? You haven't done any testing on him. He might just be in a coma."
The vet rolled his eyes, shrugged, left the room and returned a few moments later with Labrador retriever. The dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the table and sniffed the dead parrot. He looked at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head.
The vet led the dog out, then with a cat. The cat jumped up, sniffed at the bird, sat back, shook its head, and left 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 turned to his computer, hit a few keys and produced a bill. The parrot's owner, 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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