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Just got this in my e-mail and it very nearly made me sick...
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 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," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off 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 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 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 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, 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 forlove."
The world is full of people who need someone who understands. It's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how much you care.
Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND. If it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends.
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Erm, no. I'm not sending this to my circle of friends, if I do, they will go through exactly what I did. Wasting a fraction of my life reading that sentimental schmalz just to find out it's a darn chail e-mail. Then I wished death upon the person who sent it me, the people who sent it them and more importnatly the poeple who spend their time WRITING THIS RUBBISH.
National friendship week? Did they not realise that by the time people have sent it on, it won't be that week anymore? Die.
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 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," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off 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 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 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 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, 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 forlove."
The world is full of people who need someone who understands. It's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how much you care.
Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND. If it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends.
*****************************
Erm, no. I'm not sending this to my circle of friends, if I do, they will go through exactly what I did. Wasting a fraction of my life reading that sentimental schmalz just to find out it's a darn chail e-mail. Then I wished death upon the person who sent it me, the people who sent it them and more importnatly the poeple who spend their time WRITING THIS RUBBISH.
National friendship week? Did they not realise that by the time people have sent it on, it won't be that week anymore? Die.
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Cong_Man wrote:
> Meka, as per earlier discussion, please feel free to re-write the end
> of the story so the dog (and/or boy) meets a nasty gory end, so I can
> send this back to the person who sent it and (hopefully) deter them
> from sending any other rubbish like this...
Give us a day or two - about to make dinner, then out this evening. I'll rewrite it... I'll rewrite it good!
> Meka, as per earlier discussion, please feel free to re-write the end
> of the story so the dog (and/or boy) meets a nasty gory end, so I can
> send this back to the person who sent it and (hopefully) deter them
> from sending any other rubbish like this...
Give us a day or two - about to make dinner, then out this evening. I'll rewrite it... I'll rewrite it good!
Bullett wrote:
> Pah, I was expecting some king of puppy-murdering ending there :(
Me too because of the "Just got this in my e-mail and it very nearly made me sick..." bit at the beginning!
> Pah, I was expecting some king of puppy-murdering ending there :(
Me too because of the "Just got this in my e-mail and it very nearly made me sick..." bit at the beginning!
Meka, as per earlier discussion, please feel free to re-write the end of the story so the dog (and/or boy) meets a nasty gory end, so I can send this back to the person who sent it and (hopefully) deter them from sending any other rubbish like this...
Damnit, I thought it would be repulsive in a disgusting blood 'n' guts kinda way, not disgusting as in pathetically sentimental.
Gimpy boy gets gimpy dog - so what?
Gimpy boy gets gimpy dog - so what?
If anyone sends me pap like that I send them back an email saying
'DIE'
'DIE'
Well done Snoop, you earn today's coveted Cong Man 'Stating the Obvious' award.
Well deserved, I feel.
Well deserved, I feel.
Hotmail gets you loads of chain/junk mail.
Timmargh wrote:
> That boy was me.
In that case...what happened to the dog?
> That boy was me.
In that case...what happened to the dog?
It looked a bit crap so I skipped to the end.
That boy was me.
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