A woman brought a very limp parrot into a veterinary surgery. She lay her pet on the table and the vet listened to the bird's chest. After a moment or two, the vet shook his head sadly and said "I'm 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. The vet, having encountered a disbelieving customer many times before, sighed, turned and left the room, returning a few minutes later with a 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. The dog looked at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head. The vet patted the dog an took it out, but returned a few moments later with a cat. The cat jumped up and also sniffed delicately at the ex-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, produced a bill and handed it 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?!" Teh vet shrugged. "If you'd taken my word for it the bill would only have been �20, but what with the lab report and the cat scan ..."

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