PUPPIES FOR SALE

A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign
advertising the 4 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," he said, "I want to buy "one of your puppies." "Well," said
the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat of 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?"
















"Sure," said the farmer. And with that he let out a Whistle. "Here,
Dolly!" he called. 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. Looking back up at the farmer, he
said, "You see sir, I don't run too well myself, and he will need
someone who understands. "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."

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