A woman found a very poorly limp duck (possibly a Runner Duck) in Sandall Park (near to the feeding area) and took it to the vets clinic in Edenthorpe. As she laid it on the table, the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the duck’s chest. After a moment or two, the vet shook his head sadly and said ‘I’m so sorry, the Runner Duck, has passed away’
The lady (a FOSP member and very passionate about ducks especially Runner Ducks) wailed ‘Are you sure ?’
‘Yes, I am sure. The duck is dead’ he replied.
‘How can you be so sure,’ she protested. ‘ I mean, you haven’t done any testing on him or anything. He might just be in a coma or something’
The Vet rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room, and returned a few minutes later with a black Labrador retriever.
As the FOSP lady looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his paws on the table and sniffed the Runner Duck from top to bottom. He then looked at the Vet with sad eyes and shook his head. The vet patted the dog, and took it out, and returned a few minutes later with a cat.
The cat jumped up on the table and also sniffed delicately at the Runner Duck from Head to foot. The cat sat back on its haunches, shook its head, meowed softly and strolled out of the room.
The vet looked at the woman and said, ‘I’m sorry, but as I said, this is most Definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead Runner Duck’.
The vet turned to his PC, hit a few keys and produced a bill, which he handed To the woman. The lady (from Wheatley), still in shock, took the bill ‘£150!’, she cried, ‘£150 just to tell me the duck is dead!’
The vet just shrugged, and said ‘I’m sorry. If you’d taken my word for it, the bill would have been just £20, but with the Lab report and the Cat scan, it’s now £150……………..’
The lady would have gone to the toilets and cried, but of course it was a weekday and the toilets in the park were closed!
