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 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 of 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 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 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."
A dandelion lives as the dandelion, and a forget-me-not lives as a
forget-me-not. A plantain lives as a plantain. A plantain that lives on the
rough earth can only grow toughly, but on an oily earth, it grows in a
different style with deep meaning and sturdiness. No matter what, I don’t lose
my identity and I continue to live as a plantain. I learnt it there, that I
have to live like myself. I’m good at
enduring hunger and I’m good also at withstanding the cold. But there is one
thing that I absolutely cannot endure, when people that I love getting hurt
because of me. It isn’t something that can’t be solved by me trying my
hardness. Isn’t it a bit unfair this time? I’m not running away but I don’t
want more people 
that I love would suffer because of me. Even the tear glands
must be broken, my tears won’t stop. I try to comfort myself with the lie that
I’m happy if you just smile. Because the
place you’re going is not me. The lonely tears flow. I can’t have you, can’t
forget you. Me is like a glass, it uneasy heart for you. It’s a yearning heart.
In this case love, become a dream or everything will disappear. I’ll tightly
hold your hand next to me and I will stay silently beside your side until the
time, come and I will disappear like bubbles and be your loveable little
mermaid. ^____^
story telling..!!i miss it..from he.I want to hear it everyday from he,even sometime the story does not entertain me but at least he will do it for me.But the thing i love the most is the one who tell me the story :-)
