|"What a joke (1) thought the hare, as he stood on the starting line of the five-kilometre race. He sneered at his opponent. The tortoise stood there, calm and unaffected.|
"On your marks, get set, go (2)" shouted the beaver. At that, the hare took off like a rocket on his long, strong legs. The tortoise heaved himself up onto short, squat stumps and settled into a gentle amble.
After about hundred metres, the hare stopped and looked back through the dust. He could not even see the tortoise. Suddenly, he spotted a shady tree to the right of the path. "It looks so inviting. It can't hurt to have a little nap here," he thought (3) That slow old fool doesn't have a chance against me."
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