It was time once again for the AnnualWoodland Race. All of the forestanimals were very excited aboutcompeting in the race and winning theprecious trophy. It was a greathonour to win such an award so allkinds of animal had signed up to takepart.
However, at the starting line of the race,many of the signed up animals changedtheir mind and decided not to race, andwhy? Well, it was Hare.He had turned up to run the race butcould not help himself in boasting toeveryone else that he was the best ateverything and that he was going to win.
Tortoise, however, stood firm on thestarting line and waited to start therace, ignoring Hare.“Huh!” grunted Hare, “I could beat you inmy sleep. You’re so slow you could neverwin anything!”But Tortoise remained still and ready.
The whistle blew and the two contestants setoff, Hare went tearing ahead, leaving Tortoisemoving very slowly and carefully through a bigcloud of dust.Hare had only been running for five minuteswhen he stopped and looked behind him.Tortoise was nowhere to be seen. “I can havea rest while I’m waiting for that lump to catchup with me!” he huffed and lay under a shadytree.
Hare dozed off in the cool of the trees andwas in a deep, deep sleep when Tortoisecame dawdling by slowly as can be.He looked at the dreaming Hare and gave aquiet little chuckle. “Such a boaster,” hewhispered to himself and kept wandering onby.
Some time later, Hare awoke. It was dusk!He had to hurry! He was still sure thatTortoise would be nowhere near thefinish line.He dusted himself down and set off at asprint. What did he see as he nearedthe finish line?
Tortoise was just setting foot over thatwinning line and the other animals werecheering wildly as he slowly reached thetrophy.The moral of this fable is: slow andsteady wins the race.