A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups. Then he set about nailing it to a post at

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." 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."

"There's no charge for love."

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the first posting of yours i really cherish Little Black Duck!

OK, you were right - it did bring tears to my eyes. Nice!

Nice one.. Duck!

Yours with a tear in me ear,

the Wabbit.

read this before..someone sent it by email to me but still one of those things that touches you

thanks duckie

Lovely happy sad story - and yes a tear came to my frozen farang female eye!!!

Maybe my compassion bone is missing, that made me feel slightly nauseous. I really don't like feel good stories. Maybe I should lighten up a bit

Hey Leisurely,

take some time off man!! Lighten up!! :D

Kayo

To a certain extent I know what you mean Leisurely, I'm not a great lover of schmalz. However, as I write this I have a 5 week old pup with a broken femur in a cage behind me in my living room. 50% chance of healing after 3 months cage rest & calcium (can't be pinned). At my feet is an 18 month old who has a foot flayed by a motorbike. She's been like this since 6 weeks. Outside are 6 paraplegic dogs...

If I could get one of these dogs adopted because of or in spite of their disabilities, I'd cry my eyes out. Guess I'm thinking of them...

A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups. Then he set about nailing it to a post at

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." 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."

Then the little boy took home his free puppy, kicked of his braces, shouted SUCKER and fed the little puppy to his big python