A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a
sign advertising the 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 lad 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 thought 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 came up to the
fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse.
Another little ball appeared;
slowly and awkwardly, 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.” At 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, attached to a specially made shoe.
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