A woman brought a very limp duck into a vet's surgery. As she laid her pet on the table, the vet pulled out his stethoscaope and listened to the bird's chest. After a moment or two, the vet shook his head sadly and said "I'm so sorry, your duck Cuddles has passed away" The distressed owner wailed "Are you sure ?" "Yes, I am sure. The duck is dead" he replied. "How can you be so sure," she protedted. " 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, turned around and left the room, and returned a few minutes later with a black Labrodor retreiver. As the duck's owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his paws on the table and sniffed the duck from top to bottom. He then looked at the Vet with sad eyes and shook his head. The vet patted the dog, and took it out, and returned a few minutes later with a cat. The cat jumped up on the table and also sniffed delicately at the bird from head to foot. The cat sat back on its haunches, shook its head, mewed softly and strolled out of the room. The vet looked at the woman and sais, "I'm sorry, but as I said, this is most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck". The vet turned to his PC, hit afew keys and produced a bill, which he handed to the woman. The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill. "Â£150!", she cried, "Â£150 just to tell me my duck is dead!" The vet just shrugged, and said "I'm sorry. If you'd taken my word for it, the bill would have only been Â£20, but with the Lab report and the Cat scan, it's now Â£150"