A farmer in the English countryside had some puppies he decided to sell. While he was putting up a sign on the fence, a boy about seven years old approached him.
“Mister, I’d like to buy one of your puppies,” the boy said.
“Alright. But these are pedigree puppies and they aren’t cheap,” the farmer replied.
The boy thought for a moment, then reached into his pocket and asked, “I have 39 pence. Can I at least have a look at them?”
“Of course,” said the farmer, quietly calling out, “Dolly, come here!”
A dog bounded out of the kennel, followed by four lively puppies. The boy’s eyes lit up with joy.
As the puppies ran towards the fence, the boy noticed another puppy struggling to keep up. This little one was limping and looked clumsy compared to its siblings.
“I’d like that puppy,” the boy said decisively, pointing to the straggler.
“Are you sure, son? That one might not be able to keep up with you,” the farmer questioned, surprised.
“That’s alright. I don’t need him to,” the boy replied.
He pulled up his left trouser leg, revealing a neat prosthetic limb.
“You see, mister, I can’t run very fast either. I just need someone who understands me… How much do I owe you for him?”
“Nothing at all.”
The old farmer gently picked up the quiet puppy and handed him to the boy.
“Love doesn’t come with a price tag.”
