Magic Gucci Abraham had lived with his new owner for two years now, and they had finally found true friendship. Born and raised on a potato farm in Iowa, Jefferson was happy to have found a friend in Abe. Despite his upbringing, hard labor had never appealed to the boy. Teachers described Jefferson as a quiet, intellectual child, and he prefered to spend his time solving puzzles and creating anagrams rather than socializing with other children his age. Abe greatly admired his owner’s brightness, but Jefferson’s parent’s only goal for their son was for him to help on the family farm and eventually inherit it. However, after spending all his free time on word puzzles, the boy had developed severe myopia, limiting his academic abilities. As much as Abe wished he could help his owner, as a dog, he found he was helpless.
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I can talk!” The dog exclaimed, jumping up and down in excitement.
Jefferson stood in awe while Abe explained with ease what had happened to him. Then the boy had a great idea.
“Abe, now that you can talk, maybe you could help me read!” Jefferson exclaimed.
And Abe did just that. Abe easily paraphrased the book on paradoxes to Jefferson, although he did tend to get distracted while he was reading and go off on a tangent about squirrels or other such things of greater interest to canines.
The months that Abe read to Jefferson was the greatest time of his life. Although he was truly happy to be able to help his best friend, he soon grew tired of the small collection of books in the family library. He wanted more knowledge, to challenge himself. He began to take frequent trips to the small library in the nearest town, then taking the books back in secret and studying in a dim corn silo on the family’s farm. So engrossed in all the new things he was learning, Abe barely noticed surrounded by a plethora of corn kernels and the occasional insect.
Eventually, Abe finished all the book’s in the town’s limited library. He knew it was time to
One …show more content…
I can talk!” The dog exclaimed, jumping up and down in excitement.
Jefferson stood in awe while Abe explained with ease what had happened to him. Then the boy had a great idea.
“Abe, now that you can talk, maybe you could help me read!” Jefferson exclaimed.
And Abe did just that. Abe easily paraphrased the book on paradoxes to Jefferson, although he did tend to get distracted while he was reading and go off on a tangent about squirrels or other such things of greater interest to canines.
The months that Abe read to Jefferson was the greatest time of his life. Although he was truly happy to be able to help his best friend, he soon grew tired of the small collection of books in the family library. He wanted more knowledge, to challenge himself. He began to take frequent trips to the small library in the nearest town, then taking the books back in secret and studying in a dim corn silo on the family’s farm. So engrossed in all the new things he was learning, Abe barely noticed surrounded by a plethora of corn kernels and the occasional insect.
Eventually, Abe finished all the book’s in the town’s limited library. He knew it was time to