Polly the parrot didn’t look well, and the vet confirmed it. “I’m sorry,” he told the owner, “I’m afraid your bird doesn’t have long to live.”
“Oh, no,” wailed the owner. “Are you sure?”
The vet left the room and returned with a big black Labrador, who sniffed the bird from top to bottom, then shook his head. Next the vet brought in a cat. He too sniffed the parrot and shook his head.
“Your bird is definitely terminal,” said the vet, handing the owner a bill.
“0! Just to tell me my bird is dying?”
The vet shrugged. “If you’d taken my word for it, the bill would only have been , but with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan …”