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 dog house.
 
 
 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."
 
 
 The world is full of  people who need someone
 who understands.
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