Puppies . . . for Sale
A farmer had
some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a
sign advertising the four pups and set about
nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he
was driving the last nail into the post, he felt
a tug on his overalls.
He looked down into the eyes of a little boy.
Mister," the boy
said, "I want to buy one of your puppies."
"Well," said
the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back
of his neck, "These puppies come from fine
parents and cost a good deal of money."
The boy
dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a
handful of change and held it up to the farmer. "I've got
thirty-nine cents.Is that enough to take a look?"
Out from the
doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed
by four little balls of fur.
The little boy
pressed his face against the chain link fence. His
eyes danced with delight. As the dogs made
their way to the fence,the
little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse.
Slowly another
little ball appeared, this one noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it
slid.Then in a somewhat awkward manner, the little pup began hobbling
toward the others, doing its best to catch up...
"I want that
one," the little boy said, pointing to the runt.
The farmer knelt down at
the boy's side and said, "Son, you
don't want that puppy.He will never be able to run and play with you like these
other dogs would."
With that the
little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down,
and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so he
revealed a steel brace running
down both sides of his leg attaching
itself to a specially made shoe.
With tears in
his eyes, the farmer reached down and picked up the little pup.
Holding it
carefully he handed it to the little boy.
"How much?"
asked the little boy.
"No charge," answered the
farmer, "There's no charge for love."
The world is full of people who need someone who understands.
Blessings!
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