The high costs of professional care

Discussion in 'The Powder Keg' started by Oxford, Jun 13, 2002.

  1. Oxford

    Oxford G&G Evangelist

    A woman brought a very limp parrot into a veterinary surgeon. As she lay
    her pet on the table, the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to
    the bird's chest. After a moment or two, the vet shook his head sadly
    and said, "I'm sorry, but 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 or something."

    The vet rolled his eyes, shrugged, turned and left the room, returning
    a few moments later with beautiful 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 front top to bottom. He then
    looked at the vet, shook his head and barked. The vet petted the dog, took
    it out and returned in a few moments with a cat, which jumped up and also
    sniffed the bird on the table.

    The cat sat back, shook its head and meowed. It then jumped off the table
    and ran out of the room. The vet looked at the woman and said, "I'm sorry;
    but like I said, your parrot is dead." He then turned to his computer terminal,
    hit a few keys, produced a bill and handed it to the woman.

    Still puzzled, the parrot's owner took the bill and looked at it. "$150!" she
    cried. "Just to tell me my bird is dead?! That's ridiculous!"

    The 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..."