A fable this time.
Slow And Steady
"Race?" suggested the hare.
"Sure," said the tortoise. The tortoise always wins, he thought.
"Ready, set, go!"
The hare bounced away. The tortoise shuffled forward slowly.
I won’t stop for a nap this time, thought the hare. Half way to the finish line, a hunter shot him dead.
The tortoise always wins.The End