The Tortoise, the Hare, and the Squirrel were all friends. The Hare was very proud of his speed and often made fun of the Tortoise who was slow. One day the Hare was teasing the Tortoise. “Hare, that was very rude. You don’t say mean things to your friend,” said the Squirrel to the Hare. “I am sorry, but I am fast and Tortoise is slow. Lets have a race to prove my point”, replied the Hare. “Yes, let’s race from here to the lake and back. It’s a long way and will take us a long time so let start early in the morning. The one who completes the race first is the winner”, said the Tortoise.
The next morning, just as the Sun was coming up, the Hare and the Tortoise got ready for the race. “3,2,1 and GO” said the Squirrel. The Hare zoomed past and was soon out of sight. The Tortoise was indeed slow. The Hare ran past the birds on the trees and the Bumblebee on the flowers and the Grasshopper on the grass. He ran past the Toad sitting on the Toadstool.
It was noon by the time the Hare reached the lake. He nibbled on the grass and carrots that grew by the lake. He drank some water. The Hare was tired after the long run and decided to rest under the shade of the tree. “The Tortoise will take a long time. I can take some rest and may be even a small nap. I will still win the race because the Tortoise is so slow”, thought the Hare. And soon the Hare was fast asleep.
The Tortoise was making his way slowly and steadily. He passed the birds on the trees, the Bumblebee on the flowers and the Grasshopper on the grass. He ran past the Toad sitting on the Toadstool and was at the lake. He drank some water and started back. He saw the Hare sleeping under the tree. The Tortoise was tired too. “I must complete my task before I take rest. I must finish the race and then I can sleep”, said the Tortoise and continued on his way. After a long time the Tortoise reached the end line.
The Hare was still sleeping under the tree. He woke up with a start. The sun was all red, ready to set. The Tortoise was nowhere in sight. “I slept too much. If I run fast enough I can still win this race.” And the Hare ran as fast as his legs could carry.
He hurried past the Toad sitting on the Toadstool. “Did you see the Tortoise go this way?” asked the Hare to the Toad. “Run fast, the Tortoise went by this way long ago”, replied the Toad.
The Hare ran past the Grasshopper on the grass. ”Did you see the Tortoise go this way?” asked the Hare to the Grasshopper. “Run fast, the Tortoise went by this way long ago”, replied the Grasshopper.
The Hare ran past the Bumblebee on the flowers. ”Did you see the Tortoise go this way?” asked the Hare to the Bumblebee. “Run fast, the Tortoise went by this way long ago”, replied the Bumblebee.
The Hare ran past the birds on the tree. ”Did you see the Tortoise go this way?” asked the Hare to the birds. “Run fast, the Tortoise went by this way long ago”, replied the birds.
The Hare reached the end line and saw the Squirrel. “Did you see the Tortoise?” asked the Hare. “The Tortoise finished the race long ago. He was hungry and tired and went home to eat and sleep. The Tortoise was first and he won the race.”
A big flock of birds lived on a tree in a forest. There were young birds and old birds. The oldest bird was liked by all and every one called him fondly “grampa”. Grampa was believed to be at least a hundred years old. The birds went out every morning in search of food and returned back to the tree in the evening.
One day as the birds were getting ready to fly in search of food they saw lot of bird food lying on the grass near by. “We don’t have to search very far. Look at all the food lying there. We can all get bird food,” exclaimed the birds. “Wait,” said Grampa bird, “bird food does not grow on trees here and it does not rain bird food, where did so much bird food come from? I think a bad guy must have laid a trap to catch birds.” “Don’t listen to Grampa,” said other birds, “he is old and does not want us to have good food.”
All the birds swooped down to eat the bird food. Grampa bird did not join them. The birds had their fill and were carrying some food in their beaks ready to fly back to the tree, but they could not. A bad guy had laid a net under the bird food and now all the birds’ feet were caught in the net. They struggled to get out of the net. The more they struggled the worse they were entangled. Just then they saw the bad guy. He was coming towards them. He saw all the birds he had caught and was very pleased with him self.
cried the birds. “You were right Grampa, it was a trap. What
are we going to do now? Help us.” Grampa was very sad to see
them all trapped.
He thought for a while and then said, “Stop
struggling. Unity is your strength. On count to three, all of you
flap your wings and fly up. Alone, you are small and cannot do much,
but together you can lift the net and fly with it. 3, 2, 1…..
come on fly.” The bad guy was very near the net. The birds
flapped their wings and flew up along with the net over the bad guy’s
head. He could not believe his eyes.
Grampa bird led all the birds to his friend, the mouse. When they reached mouse’s house, the birds got down to the ground. The mouse quickly cut through the net and the birds were free again.
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