On Christmas Eve, waddling through the snow, Little Benedict was on his way to the video-game store.
The latest God Of War edition was finally here.
“Here you go Ben! 50 Dollars as promised! Now don’t you bother me again before Easter!”, his Dad had said, waving his forefinger.
He was about two blocks away from the store when a muffled whine stopped him in his tracks!
The puppy had been in an accident. It had a broken limb and tried, in vain, to get around by limping.
He rushed to the Vet carrying the little thing in his arms. “Please help him.”
After careful examination, the doctor announced,” He needs a cast and some pain relievers. The procedure costs $300.”
“Oh!” Benedict seemed shocked.
“Is he yours?”
“I found him.”
“Someone has to pay the bills,” the doctor explained.
Benedict took out his game money and considered it. He had to pester his Dad for months.
“Here you go. Now, don’t bother me until next year.” His Dad had been crystal clear.
“Have you made up your mind?” The doctor enquired.
“Here. Now please help him.”
***
He waited eagerly outside the doc’s office.
After about an hour, the doc handed him the puppy in a cast.
He also gave him $300.
“Merry Christmas! Continue to be kind,” the doc said smiling.
“Is he yours?”
“I found him.”
“Someone has to pay the bills,” the doctor explained.
Benedict took out his game money and considered it. He had to pester his Dad for months.
“Here you go. Now, don’t bother me until next year.” His Dad had been crystal clear.
“Have you made up your mind?” The doctor enquired.
“Here. Now please help him.”
***
He waited eagerly outside the doc’s office.
After about an hour, the doc handed him the puppy in a cast.
He also gave him $300.
“Merry Christmas! Continue to be kind,” the doc said smiling.
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