WIFE. I am ready.
HARE. One, two, three, go!
[The Hare runs swiftly. The Wife sits. The Hare reaches the other end of his furrow. Mr. Hedgehog puts up his head.]
HEDGEHOG. I am already here.
HARE. This is very, very strange!
HEDGEHOG. Shall we run again?
HARE. No, no! The race is yours, Neighbor Hedgehog. And will you please to call some day? I should be glad to see you.
HEDGEHOG. I shall be glad to come.
[The Hare goes off wondering.]
WIFE (running to meet Mr. Hedgehog). You may be short on legs, my dear, but you are very, very long on brains.