"Let
me show you how to get over the ground."
"You think I am slow, do you?" replied the tortoise. "Let us run a
race to the cross-roads. I think I can beat you."
"Do you hear that?" said the hare to a fox, who was standing near.
"Could anyone even think that such a slow-coach could beat me in a
race?"
"It would be a good joke if he did," said the fox. "Do you wish to
run a race? I will be the judge, if you care to have me."
"That suits me well," answered the hare.
"I am willing," said the tortoise.
So the fox marked off a place for starting, and set up a stake at
the goal.
The hare and the tortoise stood side by side, and at the command,
"Go!", from the fox, they began the race.
The hare bounded along and was very soon far ahead of the
tortoise. He called back to the fox, "I think I shall take a
little nap before I finish the race; the tortoise will not reach
here for an hour or more." So he lay down in some bushes and went
to sleep.
Every minute brought the tortoise a little nearer to the goal. He
did not stop for a second.
At last he passed the hare, but the hare still slept. On and on he
plodded; it was a long way, but he had no thought of stopping.
He came nearer and nearer the goal. At last his foot touched the
stake.
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