Elizabeth was not used to feeling this way. Her natural state was to be happy, contented. But today she was feeling quite blue. She told her mother of the state she was in, and being the wise, perceptive woman that her mother was, she said, “Elizabeth, I think I know exactly what you need to chase away your blues. Get your jacket. We’re going for a ride.”
Elizabeth put on her coat and followed her mother to the car. Once inside, she asked, “Where are we going, Momma?” Her mother smiled but didn’t say anything.
Elizabeth could hardly contain her curiosity, almost forgetting how down she had been earlier. After a few more minutes driving, her mother pulled the car into a parking lot in front of a building. Elizabeth read the sign and asked her mother what the Humane Society was.
“Let’s go find out, honey,” her mother smiled and said. They got out of the car, Elizabeth grabbed her mother’s hand, and they walked through the building’s front entrance. Elizabeth was immediately hit by the redolent scent of animals.
Elizabeth looked up expectantly at her mother. “Are we getting a dog?”
“Let’s go pick out a puppy to rescue,” her mother said.
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