Simply_to_thinking

An owner of shop attached a sign over his door, on stood for "puppies to sell". Describe like this have a great attraction strength and soon thereafter rattles like a can the door bell and a small boy came into the shop. "which costs such a doggy?" The owner of shop answered: "those are breeding doggies and cost fifty euro." The boy reached into a bag and counted its money. It was not much, only a few coins tinkle between a handful of glass marbles and a drop. "I together-saved for a christmas-calendar 5 euro, without which I would do, but can but I nevertheless no doggie buy. May I regard it to me please at least?" The owner smiled, whistled and from the doghouse came a bitch, which five tiny puppies followed: Four jumped lively around, but one of the puppies have a miserable limp and could not follow its lively brothers and sisters. "Why the doggie", wanted the boy to know, "what's the matter with it?" The owner of shop explained to the child that the young dog had a crippled leg and therefore was not to be sold. "which will happened with it?" the boy, and the man did not ask twitched with the shoulders and gave not an answer. Gently stroked the boy the limp animal. "I would have enough money, then I would buy exactly this small limp dog." "that you do not have to buy, I give him to you, if you like him" said the owner of shop. But that did not want the boy. "no, I want him not given, he it earned to be bought like its brothers and sisters also. He wants to be taken and loved seriously. It is not substandard articles. If you take it to me for my 5 euro, then I would be pleased." The owner did not understand, why the boy wanted to have and still for him pay this ill dog. "it will be able to never play correctly with you or with you will run around. Why you want it, he are useful you nevertheless nothing at all?" As answer the child bent, rolled its trousers up and showed the owner of shop its ill, crippled leg, which was supported by a thick metal rail. "therefore." There the man took the few coins, put to the child wordless the small limpy puppy into the arm, bent themselves under the shop desk and pulled a beautiful christmas-calendar out. "I give you." And as the lucky child went out and the door bell again tinkle, there sounded tender and fine it suddenly no longer rattles like a can but like a jingle bell....

Do not

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awake in morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush...
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.