The Hare soon arrived at his goal, as he ran all the way at top speed, but before he could reach it, the Hedgehog’s Wife on the other side called out, “I am here already!” The Hare was thunderstruck to hear this said, for he thought it really was his opponent, since there was no difference in the voices of the Hedgehog and his Wife. “This will not do!” thought the Hare to himself; but presently he called out, “Once, twice, and off again;” and away he went as fast as possible, leaving the Hedgehog quietly sitting in her place. “I am here before you,” cried Mr. Hedgehog, as soon as the Hare approached. “What! again?” exclaimed the Hare in a rage; and added, “Will you dare another trial!” “Oh! as many as you like; do not be afraid on my account,” said Mr. Hedgehog, courteously.
So the Hare then ran backwards and forwards three-and-seventy times, but each time the Hedgehogs had the advantage of him, for either Mr. or Mrs. shouted before he could reach the goal, “Here I am already!”
The four-and-seventieth time the Hare was unable to run any more. In the middle of the course he stopped and dropped down quite exhausted, and there he lay motionless for some time. But the Hedgehog took the louis d’or which he had won, and went composedly home with his Wife.
THE WEE ROBIN’S CHRISTMAS SONG
a scotch story, attributed to robert burns
adapted by jennie ellis burdick
There was an old gray Pussy Cat, and she went away down by a brookside. There she saw a wee Robin Redbreast hopping on a brier bush.
Says the gray Pussy Cat: “Where are you going, wee Robin?”