During the race the Hare stopped to see how far the Tortoise was. He thought he had time enough to take a short nap.
While the Hare was sleeping on the grass, the Tortoise passed him slowly, but steadily. When he woke up, it was too late. The Tortoise had already won the race.
The race is not to the swift, nor the battle
to the strong!
Retold by Oana Sãcãlus