A lady brings in her pet duck to the vet clinic one day. The duck is quite limp in her arms, and it doesn't move when she places it on the exam table in front of the vet. The vet takes one look at the duck lying flat on the table and tells the lady "I'm sorry ma'am, but this duck is dead".
The lady is sad at first, but once she realizes the vet has reached his conclusion and he is about to leave the room, she becomes upset.
"Doc", she says, "aren't you going to do something about this poor duck? Maybe it's just sleeping or perhaps in a coma. How can you be sure he's dead? You haven't even done any testing on him at all!"
The vet rolls his eyes, and walks out of the room. A minute later, he returns with a Labrador Retriever. The dog sniffs the duck from one end to the other, shakes his head from side to side, and walks out of the room.
The vet leaves the room yet again, and this time returns with a Persian cat. The cat sniffs the duck from one end to the other, meows, and walks out of the room.
At this point, the vet turns to the lady and says "Ma'am, I hate telling you this, but this duck is definitely, absolutely, 100% dead!"
The vet then goes to his computer, types something up, and hands a printed piece of paper to the lady...it is a bill for $150.
"What???" exclaims the lady. "A $150 bill just to tell me my pet duck is dead???"
"Ma'am," says the vet smugly, "If you would have just taken my word for it, the bill would only be $20; however, since you insisted, the Lab Test and the Cat Scan bring the bill up to $150".
AF(Retired)/DV; busted mine to save yours then...bustin' Bambi to save the American hunting dream now!