Saturday Dance Gold From Cary Buecher. I laughed out loud. You will too!! An old woman took a very limp parrot into a vets office. As she placed her pet on the table, the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the birds chest. After a moment or two, the vet shook his head sadly and said, Im so sorry, but Polly has passed away. The distressed owner wailed, Are you sure? I mean, you havent done any testing on him or anything. He might just be in a coma or something. The vet rolled his eyes, shrugged, turned and left the room, returning a few moments later with a beautiful black Labrador. As the birds 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 patted the dog and 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, Im sorry, but as I said, your parrot is definitely 100% certifiably ... dead. He then turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill which he handed to the old lady. The parrots owner, still in shock, took the bill. $500!, she cried, $500 just to tell me that my bird is dead!? The vet shrugged. If youd taken my word for it the bill would only have been $20, but what with the Lab report and the Cat scan...
Posted on: Fri, 28 Mar 2014 21:54:05 +0000
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