A little old lady runs into the vet's office carrying a parrot, screaming for help. The vet rushes her back to an examination room and has her put the bird on the examination table.

The vet examines the still, limp body and after a few moments, tells the the woman that her parrot, regrettably, is dead.  






The old lady, clearly agitated and not willing to accept this, demands a second opinion.  

The vet goes into the back room and comes out with a cat and puts the cat down next to the parrot's body. The cat sniffs the body, walks around the bird 3 times, poking and sniffing the parrot's body as it goes and finally looks at the vet and meows.



 




The vet looks at the lady and says, "I'm sorry, but the cat thinks that your bird is dead, too."  



 




The little old lady is still unwilling to accept that her parrot is dead. So the vet brings in a brown labrador retriever, the lab sniffs the body, walks around the bird 3 times, and finally looks at the vet and barks.



 



The vet looks at the man and says, "I'm sorry, but the lab thinks your parrot is dead too."  





The little old lady, finally resigned to the diagnosis, thanks the vet and asks how much she owes. The vet answers, "$650."  

"$650 to tell me my parrot is dead?" exclaims the little old lady.






"Well," the vet replies, "I would only have charged you $50 for my initial diagnosis.
The additional $600 was for the cat scan and lab tests."

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