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Puppies for Sale



Once a farmer painted an advertisement for puppies to sell and was fixing it on the edge of his yard. As he was hitting the last nail for the board to be fixed on its place he felt a tug on his overalls.


When he looked behind he saw a little kid. He asked, “What do you want, kid??”


Kid replied, “I want to buy a puppy..”


Farmer replied, “Well kid.. These pups are quite expensive as they came from a very good breed of dog..”


Little boy dropped his head but after a moment, reaching deep down into his pants pocket he pulled some coins from his pocket and held it up to the farmer and said, “Sir, I have got only 50 cents.. would that be enough for a puppy?”


Farmer smiled and said, “Yes..!!”


Then the farmer whistled and called out his dog. Dog came along with its four puppies running behind it out of the dog house. Boy was delighted to see them.


Boy noticed that behind four puppies there was a little one who was slowly coming out of that dog house and in an awkward manner that little puppy was trying to catch up with others.


Boy pointed toward that puppy and said, “I want that one..”


Farmer replied, “Kid, you don’t want that.. he will not be able to play or run with you like other puppies..”


Listening to this, the kid took a step back from the fence and began rolling up one leg of his trousers revealing a steel brace which was attached with specially made shoes which the kid was wearing and said, “Sir, I don’t run too well myself and that puppy will need someone who understands..”


Moral: Everyone of us has our own Weakness but if we Willing to Accept it instead of opposing then we can make Advantage out of our own Weakness.

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