(He whispers and then walks to far end of the furrow. His wife laughs.)
WIFE: Ha, ha! I see. I see. Nothing wrong with your brains.
"Short legs, long wit,
Long legs, not a bit,"
as my grandmother used to say. The hare will find that out today.
(She stoops down in the near end of the furrow. The hare returns and takes his place.)
HARE: Well, are you ready?
HEDGEHOG: Of course I am,—ready and waiting.
HARE: One for the money,