The Hare and the Tortoise
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British (England - Cockney, Estuary, East End) British (General) British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC)Transcript
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One day in March after a morning of playing with her friends on the hillside, Hare was herring her way home on the track. When she came across Tortoise, Tortoise was going the same way but slowly, very slowly as tortoises do, Hare stopped to tease him. Can't you go a little faster? I mean, how do you ever arrive? Well, I arrive, said Tortoise politely. I always arrive and sooner rather than later, maybe sooner than you might imagine. True. Said Fox, who was passing by, I'm telling you as tortoises go. This is a very speedy tortoise, speedy. Tortoise, Scott hair. No such thing. Listen here, the tortoise losing his patience a little I get where I want fast enough. Thank you. I'll prove it if you like. How about a race? You and me. The first one to the river is the winner. Hair leaps with laughter. Keeping her distance from the Fox, of course. Right. Even me. No problem. I'll beat you easy. Peasy. You won't see me for that. You set us off. ****, I'm ready and Fox agreed, ready. Steady go. Fox called out and off. They went hands fast as the wind and taught us well. Tortoise as slow as a tortoise. But her raced away and was very soon out of sight. So when she looked behind her tortoise was nowhere to be seen. Her thought to herself, there's no point in showing off. If no one's watching, I'll just lie down here in the sun and have a nap and wait until tortoise comes now. Worries. And before she knew it, she was fast asleep. Meanwhile, Tortoise just kept plodding on slowly steadily. Until at last he came to where hair lay, sleeping on the grass. And he thought to himself with a smile, hair looks tired out with all that running poor old thing. Best not to wake her on. He went slowly steadily up the hills and down the Dales toward the river. Just then a fly landed on Hare's nose. She woke with a start, but once remembered she was in a race. She haired over the field as fast as light, but it was too late. By the time she reached the river bank, Tortoise was already drinking. What kept you here? He asked. But Hare walked off in a huff. Far too cross with herself to reply. Fox laughed himself silly all the way home.