HARE (panting): No, no! The race is yours.
HEDGEHOG: Will you call my wife and children names any more?
HARE: No, no! I'll never do that again.
HEDGEHOG: Very well. And if you wish a race at any time, friend hare, just call by for me.
HARE (walking off shaking his head): It's very strange. I hope none of the other hares will hear of this race.
WIFE (as she meets the hedgehog): I thought I should hurt myself laughing. As my grandmother used to say,
"Short legs, long wit,
Long legs, not a bit."
— GRIMM.