A lady takes her parrot to the Vet. The Vet takes one look and says, Im afraid your parrot is dead. Thats terrible, says the woman, How can you know that. You havent examined it or anything. The Vet heaves a long-suffering sigh, places the parrot on the examination table, opens the door and whistles. At this, a labrador dog bounds into the room, hops up onto the table, sniffs at the parrot, looks up and shakes its head sadly. Then the Vet gives another whistle and a cat comes into the room, springs up onto the table, sniffs the parrot and then shakes its head sadly. Well Im terribly sorry Mrs. Jones but there can be no doubt about it. Polly is dead. Well, its devastating news but thank you. How much do I owe you? That will be eight hundred and forty two dollars please. How much? cried the woman in shock. Thats far too much money! Well its your own fault, said the Vet, If you had believed me in the first place it would only have been thirty dollars. But you insisted on a Lab report and a Cat scan!
Posted on: Sun, 14 Dec 2014 15:11:09 +0000
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