A woman walks into the vets with a duck, a dead duck as it turns out after a quick examination from the vet. Distraught the woman asks the vet if she could have a second opinion, and with a nod the kind vet steps out of the room and walks back in a moment later with a black dog following. The dog hops up onto the examination table, sniffs the duck and then looks at the vet mournfully, shaking it’s head. The woman looks at the dog, looks at the vet and bursts into tears. Almost hysterical she asks the vet for another opinion, the vet sighs but agrees, walks out of the examination room and returns with a cat in tow. The cat leaps up onto the table and sniffs the duck, paces up and down, then looks at the vet and shakes it’s head signalling that the duck is indeed dead. The woman has calmed down and finally accepts that the duck is dead, she asks for the bill and is astounded when the vet asks for £200.
“How can telling me a duck is dead cost £200?” she asks in shock.
“Well,” replies the vet “had you accepted my word for it that would have been £20, however the lab report and the cat scan are £80 each.”
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