| Puppies
              for SaleDan Clark
 A storeowner was tacking
              a sign above his door that read "Puppies For Sale." 
              Signs like that have a way of attracting small children, and sure
              enough, a little boy appeared under the store owner's sign. "How much are you
              going to sell the puppies for?" he asked.  The storeowner
              replied, "Anywhere from $30 to $50."  The little boy
              reached in his pocket and pulled out some change. "I have
              $2.37," he said.  "May I please look at them?" The store owner smiled
              and whistled, and out of the kennel came a dog, who ran down the
              aisle of his store followed by five tiny balls of fur.  One puppy
              was lagging considerably behind.  Immediately, the little boy
              singled out the lagging, limping puppy and said, "What's
              wrong with that little dog?" The storeowner explained
              that the veterinarian had examined the little puppy and had
              discovered it didn't have a hip socket.  It would always limp. 
              It
              would always be lame. The little boy became
              excited.  "That is the puppy that I want to buy." The store owner said,
              "No, you don't want to buy that little dog.  If you really
              want him, I'll just give him to you." The little boy got quite
              upset.  He looked straight into the store owner's eyes, pointed his
              finger at him and said, "I don't want you to give him to me. 
              That little dog is worth every bit as much as all the other dogs,
              and I'll pay full price.  In fact, I'll give you $2.37 now, and
              fifty cents a month until I have him paid for." The store owner
              countered, "You really don't want to buy this little dog. 
              He
              is never going to be able to run and jump and play with you like
              the other puppies." To his surprise, the
              little boy reached down and rolled up his pant leg to reveal a
              badly twisted, crippled left leg supported by a big metal brace. 
              He looked up at the store owner and softly replied, "Well, I
              don't run so well myself, and the little puppy will need someone
              who understands." |