The Race

It never fails to draw my respect when an adult wishes to work at improving in his or her English proficiency.  Ms Chan is such a one; many adults give up after a few months but not this special lady.  She  also takes time out from her busy work schedule to write.  Kudos to you, Ms Chan!


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The Race
By Ms Chan

A long time ago, Miss Rabbit and Mr. Tortoise were best of friends.  One day, they decided to have a race.  Haughty Miss Rabbit was confident of winning the race as she could run faster than Tortoise.  She laughed at Tortoise’s short limbs which only allowed it to crawl.

The race started early in the morning.  At the count of three, off shot Miss Rabbit while Mr. Tortoise dragged his body along the ground laboriously. When Rabbit was at the halfway point Imageof the race, she saw many carrots growing by the roadside.  Her stomach rumbled at the thought of carrot juice dripping down her face.  With a wide grin nearly splitting her face, she made for the carrots.   

She began to pull out a carrot, then another and another. She ate until her stomach felt like bursting.  Letting out a contented sigh, she stretched herself on the soft grass.  Her last thought was about her satisfying and unexpected roadside breakfast before drifting off to Dreamland.

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Meanwhile, Mr. Tortoise crawled steadily and never stopped. He finally reached the finishing line and won the race.  He was over the moon as he had not expected to win.  On the other hand, Miss Rabbit woke up with a start.  She shot to her feet and sprinted all the way to the finishing line but it was too late.  Mr. Tortoise had already won the race and was waiting patiently for his bragging friend to appear.  Feeling very embarrassed, Miss Rabbit regretted her gluttonous folly.

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About Katherine

Just a female who has time to do a bit of pondering and musing. Otherwise, I am on an interesting journey down the path to being a senior citizen.
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