A Short Story 2 : Puppies For Sale . . .

"There's no charge for love . . ."
Such a touching praise . . . how cool is that!
How many people have ever made you feel
an overflowing of love . . .? One or two?
Sometimes? or never? . . . well, read on and
see what I mean . . .


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 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."

With tears in his eyes, farmer reached down
and picked up the little pup.Holding it carefully
handed it to the little boy.

"How much?" asked the little boy.
"No charge," answered the farmer,
"There's no charge for love."