Jacob And Rocky
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MatureComplete Thu, May 12, 2016<5 mins
e had to save up for one.
So,he went to the local pet shop. He asked the owner if he could have a look at the puppies and soon came the puppies. Running and playing with joy, all except for one.
"What happened to that little guy in the corner?" Asked Jacob.
"He got his leg cut off. The local thugs had dogs fight for money, and the poor fella didn't stand a chance"
Jacob felt a bit sorry for him.
"So...how much for each puppy?"
"$50"
"How about him?" (Jacob pointed at the 3 legged dog)
"Him? He's for free"
Jacob found this very confusing.
"Why?"
"Well...he isn't going to run and play like the others,right?"
Jacob smiled and lifted up the right leg of his Jean.
"
You see, I'm not looking for a dog that can run or play. I'm crippled and I don't see myself doing those things. So I promise to come back and buy that little pup, guaranteed."
*2 months later*
Jacob returned with a jar full of coins, and left with
Rocky.
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