She lived in Florida. One day, I started telling her this story about this stray puppy I found. I even had her name him. I told her I couldn't think of one, and I described to her what he looked like. So she came up with a name.
Then I told her I couldn't keep him because of my allergies, and I had to find him a good home.
Later I told her that I found one for him. A home where he'll be very happy.
One day, shortly after that, she went to pick up her mail, and opened a package from me with a stuffed puppy inside, looking exactly as previously described, and a note with his name (the one that she had picked) and explaining that he needed a good home.
She loved it. But when I later offered to come down and meet face to face, she said she'd rather I didn't. Whatever. |
