A woman brought a very limp duck into Animal Clinic West. As she laid her pet on the table, Dr. Cyfra pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the bird’s chest.
After a moment or two, Dr. Cyfra shook his head and sadly said, “I’m sorry, your duck, Cuddles, has passed away.”
The distressed woman wailed, “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I am sure. Your duck is dead,” replied Dr. Cyfra.
“How can you be so sure?” she protested. “I mean, you haven’t done any testing on him or anything. He might just be in a coma or something.”
Dr. Cyfra sighed, turned around and left the room. A few minutes later, Sarah came into the room with a black Labrador Retriever. 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 Sarah with sad eyes and shook his head.
Sarah patted the dog on the head and took him out of the room. A few minutes later, Rachelle returned to the room with a cat. The cat jumped 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.
Dr. Cyfra came back in the room, looked at the woman and said, “I’m sorry, but as I said, this is most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck.”
Up at the reception desk, Sarah hit a few keys and produces a bill, which she handed to the woman…
The duck’s owner, still in shock, took the bill. “$150!” she cried, “$150 just to tell me my duck is dead!”
Dr. Cyfra 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 the Cat Scan, it’s now $150”