Short Storie "The Puppy"

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," he 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?"

"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."

 

heh.
thats a sweet story.