AESOP'S FABLES, The Hare and the Tortoise

The Hare was once boasting of his speed before the other animals. I have never yet been beaten, said he, when I put forth my full speed. I challenge any one here to race with me. The Tortoise said quietly, I accept your challenge.That is a good joke, said the Hare; I could dance round you all the way. Keep your boasting till you’ve beaten, answered the Tortoise. Shall we race?’ So a course was fixed and a start was made. The Hare darted almost out of sight at once, but soon stopped and, to show his contempt for the Tortoise, lay down to have a nap. The Tortoise plodded on and plodded on, and when the Hare awoke from his nap, he saw the Tortoise just near the winning-post and could not run up in time to save the race. Then said the Tortoise: Plodding wins the race." AESOP'S FABLES



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