The Rabbit and the Cheetah
4 Jan
Most people have heard the story of the tortoise and the hare. Or the turtle and the rabbit that had a race. Spoiler alert (skip to next paragraph if you haven’t heard this story.) The turtle won the race. I think the moral was slow and steady wins the race.
Anyways, don’t spoil the story for those who skipped to the next paragraph.
The turtle won the race. Slow and steady wins the race is the moral.
Don’t be mad at me. I didn’t write the stupid story.
And if I didn’t tell you how it ends I couldn’t move on to the follow up story..
Anyways, after the turtle kicked the rabbits butt in the race, it felt pretty good about itself. In fact the turtle’s head swelled so much it couldn’t even pull it into its shell.
As a result the turtle was eaten by a fox or some such predator.
But its shell made a cool ashtray for some rich guy so it worked out ok. I think that was the turtles dream job or something.
The turtles brother, who quite surprisingly was also a turtle, decided to continue in the family butt beating line of work and set about challenging other things to races.
After beating a slug, a tree and a very large rock, in races sanctioned by the forest athletic society, the turtle decided to turn pro.
At the first meet of the season the turtle was matched up against a cheetah, a gazelle and a rabbit looking for revenge.
When the starters gun went off the cheetah promptly ate the rabbit leaving only its fluffy tail to be snatched up by some woman who used it to apply powdered makeup.
Next the cheetah ran like a cheetah and caught the gazelle who had stopped to eat some grass on the infield.
While the cheetah was eating the gazelle the turtle slowly edged toward the finish line.
I’m sure you know what happened next.
Yes, the cheetah spotted the turtle was about to win and it raced past it to the finish.
“In your shell” said the cheetah as it pranced around the turtle.
And the turtle sensing danger promptly moved his tasty legs and head into his shell.
“No, you stupid turtle” said the cheetah. “I am taunting you because I beat you. I’m to full to eat you”
“Oh” said the turtle peaking out from its shell. “Sorry. I misunderstood your intentions. Taunt away..”
Later, after the urine tests were done it was found that the cheetah had banned substances in its urine, likely from the steroids the rabbit had been taking but not proven because the lady refused to give up her fluffy tail makeup thing.
So the cheetah was banned from further races because it was a cheetah cheater.
As a result the turtle won the gold medal. And some sundry useless prizes like a tv remote and a curling iron.
But it proved to all the animal kingdom that slow and steady, and no steroids, still wins the race..
As it is in real life I suppose.
At least after urine tests are completed..
Oh good, then I should always be a winner
I never realized that Cheetah’s weren’t great spellers.
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The cheetah told me this story late at night.
I was so excited to put it to print there wasn’t time to edit it..
What’s a turtle going to do with a curling iron? Was it a salon-quality curling iron? Or just a cheesy drug store curling iron? Also, are you sure it wasn’t a flat iron? Because almost no one uses a curling iron anymore
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It was salon quality I think. The turtle used it to make curly bows for Christmas presents and such.
But that’s another story. For next Christmas or the one after that..
Plus my daughter uses a curling iron.
She used a curling stone once but she didn’t like it..