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OK, here is a story I recently typed up. . .


A farmer had some Щенки he needed to sell.
He painted a sign advertising the four 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," сказал(-а) the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat
off the back of his neck, "These Щенки 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," сказал(-а) the farmer. And with that he let out
awhistle. "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
Собаки 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, Ты don't want that puppy. He will never be able
to run and play with Ты like these other Собаки 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