Onerainydaythethreebearsweresittingbythefireintheircomfortablehouseinthewoods,tellingstories. FirstFatherBearwouldtellastory,andthenMotherBearwouldtellastory,andthenFatherBearwouldhaveaturnagain. BetweentimesLittleBearaskedquestions. ThethreewerehappyandmerryuntilMotherBeartoldtheoldstoryabouttheracebetweenthehareandthetortoise,andhowtheslow-goingtortoisewasthefirsttoreachthegoalbecausetheharetookanapanddidnotwakeupuntilafterthetortoisehadpassedhimandhadwontherace. “Yousee,”MotherBearexplained,“theharewassosurehecouldwinthathedidnoteventrytoreachthegoalquickly. Hewassoswift-footedthathethoughthecouldgotosleepifhechoseandstillcomeoutaheadofthepatienttortoise.” “Wasn’thesilly!”exclaimedLittleBear. “IfIweregoingtorunaracewithGrandpaTortoise,IshouldgothiswayuntilIreachedthegoal!” AndLittleBearprancedupanddowntheroomuntilhemadeeventheporridgebowlsrattleinthecupboard. “IguessIshouldknowenoughtoknowthatGrandpaTortoisewouldkeepsteppingaheadandsteppingaheadandgettothegoalintime! YouwouldnotcatchmetakinganynapsifIstartedouttorunaracewithanyone!No,sir-ree!” MotherBearlaughedheartily,butFatherBearlookedverysolemn.HedidnotliketohearLittleBearbragatall. “Soyouthink,SonBear,”saidhe,“that,ifyoushouldrunaracewithGrandpaTortoise,youwouldbewiserthanouroldfriend,PeterHare?Isthatwhatyoumean?” “IknowIshould,”braggedLittleBear.“I’dsay,‘Good-by,GrandpaTortoise!’ andoffI’dstart,andIshouldbeathimbeforehehadtimetothink. Then,afterward,ifIweresleepyandwantedto,Ishouldtakeanap.” “Verywell,”saidFatherBear,“IshallseeGrandpaTortoise,andifheiswillingtorunaracewithasillylittlefellowlikeyou,youshallhaveyourchance,andPeterHareshallbethejudge.” Soitcameaboutthat,whentherainwasover,thefriendsoftheThreeBearsandofthehareandthetortoisemetinthewoodstoseethefun. LittleBearnoticedthat,beforetheracebegan,thehareandthetortoisewerelaughingaboutsomething,buthedidnotevenwonderwhatitwas.Hehadnothingtoworryabout. Atlastthewordwasgiven:“One,two,three,go!” Awaywentthetortoise,slowandeasy.OffstartedLittleBear,runningsofastthathewasoutofbreathbeforehehadpassedthefirstoaktree,andwasgladtostopasecondandhaveadrinkofdewfromanacorncupthatFriendTreetoadofferedhim. “Thankyou,”remarkedLittleBear,ashereturnedthecup,“butthatwasnotenough.Ishallhavetostepovertothespring.” “Rememberhowtheharelosttherace,”FriendTreetoadwarnedhim. “Oh,Ishallnotgotosleep,”answeredLittleBear,“and,really,GrandpaTortoisewalksslowerthanIthoughthedid.” BesidethespringwereanumberofLittleBear’soldfriendsdressedingreensatincoats,whowereplayingleapfrog. TheyaskedLittleBeartoplaywiththem,andsoonhewasshowingthefrogswhatlongleapshecouldmake. Andthen,inalittlewhile,manybabyrabbitscameandjoinedinthefun. ThenextthatLittleBearknew,hewaschasingbabyrabbitsovertherocksandcatchingnutsthatthesquirrelsthrewtohimfromthetreetopsandhavingajoyfulplaytime. Anhourpassedquickly,andthenLittleBearsuddenlyrememberedthathehadstartedouttorunarace. Backherantothepathandawayheflewtowardthegoal,whilethebabyrabbitslaughedanddancedanddancedandlaughed. FatherBearhadsentthemtoplaywithLittleBear,buttheydidnotknowwhyhehadsentthemuntilthatminute. Steppingalong,steppingalong,slowlybutsurely,GrandpaTortoisehadreachedthegoal,justashehadinthelong-agodaywhenherantheracewiththehare. LittleBear,ashecamenearthegoal,heardtheneighborsshouting,“Hurrahforthechampion!Hurrahforthechampion!HurrahforGrandpaTortoise!”EvenFatherBearwasshouting. LittleBearrememberedhismannersand,ashisfatherhadtoldhimwhattodoifhelosttherace,straightwaywalkedupandshookhandswithGrandpaTortoise. Andthehare,althoughhemusthavebeenlaughinginhissleeve,rememberedhismanners,too,anddidnotletanyoneseehimlaugh. AfterthattheoldfriendsandneighborswenthomewiththeThreeBearstoeatblackberriesandhoneyandtotellstoriesroundthefire.GrandpaTortoisewenttoo. Hehadtraveledsoslowlythathewasnoteventired. LittleBearaskedafewquestions,asusual,thatafternoonwhenthestoriesweretold,buthedidnotbrag. AndwhenPeterHarewinkedathimonceortwicehelaughed.