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, or anything. He might just be in a coma or something."

The vet rolled his eyes, shrugged, turned
and left the room. He returned 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 from top to bottom. He then looked at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head.

The vet led the dog away, but returned a
few moments later with a lovely Siamese cat.
The cat jumped up and also sniffed delicately the entire length of the comatose 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 as I said, your parrot is most definitely, 100 percent 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 have been $20, but with
the Lab Report and the Cat Scan.......