Treasured Classics
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TREASURED CLASSICS
The Story The Elves
of
Chicken-Licken
10
and the 16
Shoemaker Ant
The Grasshopper
24
and the
The Sleeping Beauty
30
Jack
and the 42
Beanstalk
Little Red Riding-Hood
54
The Three Billy Goats Gruff
62
The Gingerbread Man
68
The Tortoise
and the 78
Hare
The Three Little Pigs
84
The Princess
94
and the
Pea
The Ugly Duckling
100
Goldilocks
and the 110
Three Bears
Cinderella
120
The Tortoise and The Hare
nce upon a time there was a boastful hare. Every day he bragged to the other animals that he could run faster than anyone else. One day the tortoise, annoyed by such bragging, answered back, Who do you think you are? Theres no denying youre swift, but even you can be beaten! The hare squealed with laughter. Beaten? In a race? By whom? asked the hare. Not you, surely. There is no one as slow as you! I challenge anyone here to race with me. The tortoise said, I accept your challenge. That is a good joke! said the hare. Keep your boasting till youve beaten me, answered the tortoise. A course was agreed upon, and the next day at dawn the tortoise and the hare stood at the starting line. The fox signaled for the race to begin. While the meek tortoise lumbered slowly off, the hare sprinted forward and was soon out of sight.
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After he had run a ways, the hare stopped. Looking back, he saw how far ahead he was from his slow rival, and he decided there was no harm in taking a quick nap. The hare woke with a start from his nap but, gazing around, he discovered the tortoise had traveled only a short distance. The hare laughed and decided he might as well have breakfast too. Off he went to munch some cabbages he had noticed in a nearby field. The heavy meal and the hot sun made his eyelids droop. With a careless glance at the tortoise, now halfway along the course, the hare decided to have another snooze before completing the race. Smiling at the thought of the animals faces when they saw the hare speed across the finish line, he fell fast asleep and was soon snoring. The sun started to sink below the horizon, and the tortoise, who had been plodding toward the winning line since morning, was scarcely a yard from the finish. At that very moment, the hare woke with a jolt. He could see the tortoise a speck in the distance, and away he dashed.
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Just a little more and the hare would be first at the finish. But his last leap was just too late, for the tortoise had beaten him to the winning post. Poor hare! Embarrassed, he slumped down beside the tortoise, who was smiling. Slow and steady does it every time!