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 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 handed it to the little boy.

'How much?' asked the little boy. 'No charge,' answered the farmer, 'There's no charge for love.'

The world is full of people who need someone who understands.

Rangi Ruru - One. She holds the bulb and the world revolves around her.

Hornby High - Two. One to change the bulb and one to figure out how to get high off the old one.

St Bedes - None. They're all too drunk to notice and even when they're sober if they spot a hole they just put their willy in it.

Girls High - One. She'll put through a call to maintenance staff because there's no way she's going to do manual labour.

Hillmorton - None. That place looks better in the dark.

Riccarton - Six. One to change it but only after the other five have found an interpreter to translate the English instructions.

Burnside High - Seventy six. One to change the globe. Fifty to protest the globe's right not to change and twenty five to stage a counter protest.

Christ's College - None. Those poor bastards are keeping their backs to the wall even if it means standing in the dark. "If you can't get a girl, get a Christ's boy".

Avonside - Five. One to change it, two to make sure her hair ribbons are still in place and another two to make sure her bag looks cool at all times.

Linwood High - Six. Four to break into the store, one to stealthe globe and one to install it.

Villa Maria - None. It is too unsafe for pregnant girls to attempt such a dangerous task.

Papanui High - 10. One to change the bulb. One to call their dealer and eight to have a session why they wait.

Aranui High - None. Everything not welded down had been flogged long ago.

Hagley - None. Everyone is either suspended or bunking (including the teachers).

Boys High - Two, one to change the bulb and one to make the observation that it isn't half as bright as the light shining from their arses.

Marian - None. They only have to give head to the Shirley boys and it's done for them.

Rangiora High - None. Electricity has yet to make it out that far.

St Thomas's - Four. One to change the bulb, three to count how many times he mentions rugby and f^$%king someones mother.

St Margarets - None. The Butler can do it.

Cashmere High - None. They really can't be bothered, and there's surfing to be done.

Lincoln High - three - one to change it and two to hold the sheep still so he can stand on it.

Shirley Boys - None. They're too busy covertly breaking the bulbs over at Marian so they can get head.

Rudolph Steiner - Orange. No, look, orange! Stop trying to impose your stupid majoritarian lightbulb dogma on me, you fascist

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