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Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Ethan and his BFF Buster!
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
"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
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
"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 some what awkward manner, the
little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to
"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
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."