Grumpy Weasel hissed at the old gentleman before he replied: "Don't worry! You'll soon see that my hind feet can
travel as fast as my front ones—when I want to use them."
"Ah!" Mr. Crow exclaimed knowingly. "He's saving his hind feet for the race."
When Jimmy Rabbit reached the gathering place, coming up in a long lope, Mr. Crow hurried to meet him.
"I advise you to save your hind feet," he whispered. "Grumpy Weasel is saving his."
Jimmy Rabbit told Mr. Crow, with a smile, that he had saved his hind feet all his life—and his front ones, too.
"I've brought them along to-day," he said, "to help me win this race."