A man rushes into a vet’s office clutching a parakeet. He says to the vet, “My parakeet is very sick, you’ve got to help him, he’s my favorite parakeet.”
The vet takes them into an exam room and looks at the parakeet. “It’s dead.” He says.
“Are you sure?” the man asks. “Aren’t there some tests you can do to be sure?”
“Yes,” said the vet, “but this parakeet is dead.”
“I want you to do the tests,” the man insists.
“Are you sure?” asks the vet.
Yes, he’s my favorite parakeet.”
“OK,” says the vet.
The vet puts the parakeet on an exam table. A Labrador Retriever comes in, sniffs the bird, shakes his head, and leaves. Then a cat some in, sniffs the bird, shakes his head, and leaves.
The vet turns to the man and says, “I’m sorry, it’s confirmed. The parakeet is dead.” Then he hands the guy a bill.
“Five hundred dollars!” the man gasps.
“That’s why I asked you if you were sure,” the vet said. “It’s expensive to have a lab report and a cat scan.”
