One day a hare met a tortoise and made fun of his short legs and slow pace: “You are very slow, Mr. Tortoise,” said the hare. “Why don’t you hurry up?”
“I may be slow,” said the tortoise, “but I can beat you in a race.” The hare was quite sure of a win. “Come on,” said the hare, “you shall soon see what my feet are made of.”
A fox was made the judge. He fixed posts to mark out the race course. He asked the runners to be ready, and said, “One, — two, — three, — go.”
The hare went on like an arrow and was soon out of sight. The poor tortoise was left far behind,
“What a fool I am” said the hare to himself, “I will lie down and have a little nap.” So he lay down by the side of the road and the gentle cool wind soon lulled him to sleep. But the tortoise plodded on without stopping even for a moment. He passed the sleeping hare and reached the goal. The hare woke up and ran as fast as he could. He reached the goal only to see that the tortoise had got it before him. The proud hare was thus beaten.
Moral: The slow but steady wins the race.
“I may be slow,” said the tortoise, “but I can beat you in a race.” The hare was quite sure of a win. “Come on,” said the hare, “you shall soon see what my feet are made of.”
A fox was made the judge. He fixed posts to mark out the race course. He asked the runners to be ready, and said, “One, — two, — three, — go.”
The hare went on like an arrow and was soon out of sight. The poor tortoise was left far behind,
“What a fool I am” said the hare to himself, “I will lie down and have a little nap.” So he lay down by the side of the road and the gentle cool wind soon lulled him to sleep. But the tortoise plodded on without stopping even for a moment. He passed the sleeping hare and reached the goal. The hare woke up and ran as fast as he could. He reached the goal only to see that the tortoise had got it before him. The proud hare was thus beaten.
Moral: The slow but steady wins the race.
