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A lady takes her parrot to the Vet. The Vet takes one look and says, "I'm afraid your parrot is dead."
"That's terrible," says the woman. "How can you know that? You haven't examined it or anything."
The Vet heaves a long-suffering sigh, places the parrot on the examination table, opens the door and whistles. A Labrador 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 I'm terribly sorry, Mrs. Jones but there can be no doubt about it. Polly is dead."
"Well, it's devastating news, but thank you. How much do I owe you?"
"That will be $642, please."
"How much?" cried the woman in shock. "That's far too much money!"
"Well, it's your own fault," said the Vet. "If you had believed me in the first place it would only have been twenty dollars. But you insisted on a lab report and a cat scan!"
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