One Sunday morning around harvest time, there was a hedgehog. The hedgehog was standing by his door, enjoying the morning breeze and humming a little song to himself. While his wife was washing and drying their children, the hedgehog thought it would be a good idea to take a walk to check on his turnips in the field. The turnips were close to his house, and since his family ate them often, he considered them very important.
So, he closed his door and started walking towards his turnip patch. He hadn’t gone very far when he met a hare who was also out for a walk to check on his cabbages.
“Good morning!” the hedgehog greeted the hare.
The hare, who was very proud and a bit rude, didn’t return the greeting. Instead, he mocked the hedgehog, “Why are you out in the field so early in the morning?”
“I’m just taking a walk,” replied the hedgehog.
“A walk?” laughed the hare. “With those short legs of yours, you should be doing something more useful.”
This made the hedgehog very angry because he didn’t like anyone making fun of his legs. “Do you think you can run faster than me?” he asked the hare.
“Of course, I can!” said the hare, laughing.
“Let’s have a race then,” said the hedgehog. “And we’ll see who wins.”
The hare found it amusing and agreed. They decided to race for a gold coin and a bottle of brandy. The hedgehog said he needed to go home and eat breakfast first and would be back in half an hour. The hare agreed to wait.
The hedgehog went home and told his wife about the race. “What’s the matter?” asked his wife.
“I bet a gold coin and a bottle of brandy with the hare that I could beat him in a race, and you should be there too,” said the hedgehog.
“Are you crazy?” his wife asked. “How can you win a race against the hare?”
“Don’t worry,” said the hedgehog. “I have a plan. Just do as I say.”
As they walked toward the field together, the hedgehog explained his plan to his wife. “Here’s what we will do,” he said. “We are going to race down the long field. The hare will run in one row, and I will run in another row. We will start from the top of the field. All you have to do is stand at the end of my row. When the hare gets close, just call out to him, ‘I’m already here.’”
When they reached the field, the hedgehog showed his wife where to stand, then he went to the top of the field. When he arrived, the hare was already there.
“Can we start?” asked the hare.
“Yes,” said the hedgehog. “On your mark!” And each one took his place in his row.
The hare counted, “One, two, three,” and off he went, running as fast as he could. The hedgehog, however, only took a few steps and then hid in the row.
When the hare reached the end of the field, the hedgehog’s wife called out, “I’m already here!”
The hare, shocked and confused, thought it was the hedgehog himself, for as everyone knows, a hedgehog’s wife looks just like her husband.
The hare was very surprised. He thought something was wrong, so he said, “Let’s race back again!”
They raced back and forth many times, and each time the hedgehog or his wife called out, “I’m already here!” The hare was getting more and more tired, but he kept running. Finally, on the seventy-fourth run, the hare was so tired that he fell down and could not get up.
The hedgehog took the gold coin and the bottle of brandy and went home happily with his wife. And from that day on, no hare ever challenged a hedgehog to a race again.
One Sunday morning around harvest time, there was a hedgehog. The hedgehog was standing by his door, enjoying the morning breeze and humming a little song to himself. While his wife was washing and drying their children, the hedgehog thought it would be a good idea to take a walk to check on his turnips in the field. The turnips were close to his house, and since his family ate them often, he considered them very important.
So, he closed his door and started walking towards his turnip patch. He hadn’t gone very far when he met a hare who was also out for a walk to check on his cabbages.
“Good morning!” the hedgehog greeted the hare.
The hare, who was very proud and a bit rude, didn’t return the greeting. Instead, he mocked the hedgehog, “Why are you out in the field so early in the morning?”
“I’m just taking a walk,” replied the hedgehog.
“A walk?” laughed the hare. “With those short legs of yours, you should be doing something more useful.”
This made the hedgehog very angry because he didn’t like anyone making fun of his legs. “Do you think you can run faster than me?” he asked the hare.
“Of course, I can!” said the hare, laughing.
“Let’s have a race then,” said the hedgehog. “And we’ll see who wins.”
The hare found it amusing and agreed. They decided to race for a gold coin and a bottle of brandy. The hedgehog said he needed to go home and eat breakfast first and would be back in half an hour. The hare agreed to wait.
The hedgehog went home and told his wife about the race. “What’s the matter?” asked his wife.
“I bet a gold coin and a bottle of brandy with the hare that I could beat him in a race, and you should be there too,” said the hedgehog.
“Are you crazy?” his wife asked. “How can you win a race against the hare?”
“Don’t worry,” said the hedgehog. “I have a plan. Just do as I say.”
As they walked toward the field together, the hedgehog explained his plan to his wife. “Here’s what we will do,” he said. “We are going to race down the long field. The hare will run in one row, and I will run in another row. We will start from the top of the field. All you have to do is stand at the end of my row. When the hare gets close, just call out to him, ‘I’m already here.’”
When they reached the field, the hedgehog showed his wife where to stand, then he went to the top of the field. When he arrived, the hare was already there.
“Can we start?” asked the hare.
“Yes,” said the hedgehog. “On your mark!” And each one took his place in his row.
The hare counted, “One, two, three,” and off he went, running as fast as he could. The hedgehog, however, only took a few steps and then hid in the row.
When the hare reached the end of the field, the hedgehog’s wife called out, “I’m already here!”
The hare, shocked and confused, thought it was the hedgehog himself, for as everyone knows, a hedgehog’s wife looks just like her husband.
The hare was very surprised. He thought something was wrong, so he said, “Let’s race back again!”
They raced back and forth many times, and each time the hedgehog or his wife called out, “I’m already here!” The hare was getting more and more tired, but he kept running. Finally, on the seventy-fourth run, the hare was so tired that he fell down and could not get up.
The hedgehog took the gold coin and the bottle of brandy and went home happily with his wife. And from that day on, no hare ever challenged a hedgehog to a race again.
One day, a hedgehog is at home. He likes the cool morning air. His wife is washing their children. The hedgehog thinks, "I will go and see my turnips in the field."
The hedgehog walks to the field. He meets a hare. The hare also looks at his cabbages.
"Good morning!" says the hedgehog.
The hare does not say hello. He laughs at the hedgehog. "Why are you here so early?" asks the hare.
"I am taking a walk," says the hedgehog.
"A walk?" laughs the hare. "Your legs are too short for walking."
The hedgehog is mad. "Can you run faster than me?" he asks the hare.
"Yes, I can!" says the hare.
"Let's race," says the hedgehog. "We will see who wins."
The hare agrees. They will race for a gold coin and a bottle of juice. The hedgehog says he needs to go home first. He will be back in thirty minutes. The hare waits.
The hedgehog goes home. He tells his wife about the race. "Can you help me?" he asks.
"How can you win?" asks his wife.
"I have a plan," says the hedgehog. "Come with me to the field."
They go to the field. The hedgehog tells his wife, "We will race in rows. You stand at the end of my row. When the hare comes close, you say, 'I am already here.'"
The hedgehog and the hare start the race. The hare runs very fast. The hedgehog takes a few steps and hides.
At the end of the field, the hedgehog's wife says, "I am already here!"
The hare is surprised. He thinks it is the hedgehog. The hare says, "Let's race again!"
They race many times. Each time, the hedgehog's wife says, "I am already here!" The hare gets tired. Finally, he cannot run anymore.
The hedgehog and his wife win the race. They take the gold coin and the bottle of juice. They go home happy. From that day, no hare races a hedgehog again.
One Sunday morning around harvest time, there was a hedgehog. The hedgehog was standing by his door, enjoying the morning breeze and humming a little song to himself. While his wife was washing and drying their children, the hedgehog thought it would be a good idea to take a walk to check on his turnips in the field. The turnips were close to his house, and since his family ate them often, he considered them very important.
So, he closed his door and started walking towards his turnip patch. He hadn’t gone very far when he met a hare who was also out for a walk to check on his cabbages.
“Good morning!” the hedgehog greeted the hare.
The hare, who was very proud and a bit rude, didn’t return the greeting. Instead, he mocked the hedgehog, “Why are you out in the field so early in the morning?”
“I’m just taking a walk,” replied the hedgehog.
“A walk?” laughed the hare. “With those short legs of yours, you should be doing something more useful.”
This made the hedgehog very angry because he didn’t like anyone making fun of his legs. “Do you think you can run faster than me?” he asked the hare.
“Of course, I can!” said the hare, laughing.
“Let’s have a race then,” said the hedgehog. “And we’ll see who wins.”
The hare found it amusing and agreed. They decided to race for a gold coin and a bottle of brandy. The hedgehog said he needed to go home and eat breakfast first and would be back in half an hour. The hare agreed to wait.
The hedgehog went home and told his wife about the race. “What’s the matter?” asked his wife.
“I bet a gold coin and a bottle of brandy with the hare that I could beat him in a race, and you should be there too,” said the hedgehog.
“Are you crazy?” his wife asked. “How can you win a race against the hare?”
“Don’t worry,” said the hedgehog. “I have a plan. Just do as I say.”
As they walked toward the field together, the hedgehog explained his plan to his wife. “Here’s what we will do,” he said. “We are going to race down the long field. The hare will run in one row, and I will run in another row. We will start from the top of the field. All you have to do is stand at the end of my row. When the hare gets close, just call out to him, ‘I’m already here.’”
When they reached the field, the hedgehog showed his wife where to stand, then he went to the top of the field. When he arrived, the hare was already there.
“Can we start?” asked the hare.
“Yes,” said the hedgehog. “On your mark!” And each one took his place in his row.
The hare counted, “One, two, three,” and off he went, running as fast as he could. The hedgehog, however, only took a few steps and then hid in the row.
When the hare reached the end of the field, the hedgehog’s wife called out, “I’m already here!”
The hare, shocked and confused, thought it was the hedgehog himself, for as everyone knows, a hedgehog’s wife looks just like her husband.
The hare was very surprised. He thought something was wrong, so he said, “Let’s race back again!”
They raced back and forth many times, and each time the hedgehog or his wife called out, “I’m already here!” The hare was getting more and more tired, but he kept running. Finally, on the seventy-fourth run, the hare was so tired that he fell down and could not get up.
The hedgehog took the gold coin and the bottle of brandy and went home happily with his wife. And from that day on, no hare ever challenged a hedgehog to a race again.
One sunny Sunday morning around harvest time, a cheerful hedgehog stood by his little door, enjoying the fresh breeze and humming a catchy tune. Inside, his wife was busy washing and drying their playful kids, who giggled and splashed around.
The hedgehog thought, “A perfect day to check on my turnips!” These turnips were very important to the hedgehog family; they were like the VIPs of their meals.
So, off he went, closing his door with a cheerful slam and marching towards his turnip patch. But he hadn’t gone far when he bumped into a hare. This hare was out inspecting his cabbages, looking very serious about it.
“Good morning!” the hedgehog chirped.
The hare, who was a bit snooty and full of himself, didn't bother with a greeting. Instead, he sneered, “What are you doing out here so early with those tiny legs of yours? Shouldn’t you be, I don’t know, rolling around or something?”
The hedgehog, not one to back down, especially when it came to his legs, puffed up his little chest. “Just taking a stroll. And by the way, I bet I can outrun you!”
The hare burst out laughing. “You? Outrun me? With those stubby legs? You’re on! Let’s race. What’s the wager?”
“How about a shiny gold coin and a bottle of, uh, apple juice?” the hedgehog proposed.
“Deal!” the hare agreed, grinning. “But first, I need to fuel up with some breakfast. Meet me back here in half an hour.”
The hedgehog hurried home and explained the situation to his wife. “Honey, I’ve bet the hare that I can beat him in a race. You’ll need to help me with my plan.”
His wife raised an eyebrow. “Have you lost your mind? How can you possibly beat him?”
“Trust me,” the hedgehog said, winking. “Here’s the plan: We’ll race down the long field. The hare will run in one row, and I’ll run in another. You stand at the end of my row. When the hare gets close, just call out, ‘I’m already here!’”
His wife nodded, still skeptical but willing to go along with it.
They walked to the field together, and the hedgehog showed his wife where to stand. He then trotted up to the starting point, where the hare was already waiting.
“Ready to lose?” the hare taunted.
“We’ll see about that,” said the hedgehog. “On your mark!”
The hare counted down, “One, two, three!” and zoomed off like a furry rocket. The hedgehog, on the other hand, took a few steps and then ducked into his row, hiding cleverly.
When the hare reached the end of the field, the hedgehog’s wife popped up and shouted, “I’m already here!”
The hare skidded to a stop, eyes wide with disbelief. “What? No way! Let’s race back again!”
And so they did, back and forth, back and forth. Each time, the hedgehog or his wife would call out, “I’m already here!” The hare was getting more and more exhausted, his speedy legs turning to jelly.
Finally, on the seventy-fourth run, the hare collapsed in a heap, too tired to move a whisker.
The hedgehog and his wife collected the gold coin and bottle of apple juice, laughing all the way home. The hedgehog patted his wife on the back. “Teamwork makes the dream work!”
From that day on, no hare ever dared challenge a hedgehog to a race again. And the hedgehog family enjoyed their turnips in peace, with a side of victory and a good story to tell.
One sunny morning, crisp and bright,
A hedgehog hummed with pure delight.
By his door, he stood so proud,
While his wife washed their kids, not too loud.
To the field, he thought he'd go,
To check on turnips in a row.
Just nearby, his cherished treat,
His family’s staple, soft and sweet.
As he walked, who did he see?
A hare, quite proud, as rude could be.
“Good morning!” hedgehog chirped with glee,
But the hare mocked him openly.
“Why so early?” asked the hare,
“On those short legs, you go nowhere!”
Anger bubbled in the hog,
He challenged the hare, as strong as a log.
“Do you think you’re faster than me?”
The hare laughed, “Oh, let’s see!”
“A race,” said the hog, “let’s start,
For gold and brandy, show your heart.”
The hare agreed with a chuckle and grin,
The hedgehog knew how he would win.
To his wife, he told the plan,
“To the field, dear, as fast as you can.”
“You’ll stand at the end,” he explained,
“When the hare comes, you’ll claim his gain.
‘I’m already here,’ you’ll shout with cheer,
And the hare will tire, my dear.”
The hedgehog hid, took just a few steps,
His wife at the end, with words adept.
“I’m already here!” she cried out clear,
The hare was stunned, in disbelief, dear.
Back and forth, they raced all day,
The hare grew tired, in every way.
On the seventy-fourth run, he fell to the ground,
The hedgehog and wife, in joy they found.
Gold and brandy, they took with delight,
Home they went, in the soft twilight.
And never again did a hare dare race,
A hedgehog’s wit, they learned to embrace.
Gathering crops from fields when they're ready.
A gentle wind blowing softly.
Made fun of someone in a mean way.
Funny and entertaining.
A strong alcoholic drink made from wine.
A detailed idea for doing something.
An open area of land for farming.
A line of things arranged in order.
Very surprised or upset by something unexpected.
Asked someone to compete in a contest.
Small animal with sharp spines on back.
Open land where crops grow.
Round, white vegetable grown in the ground.
Large, round green vegetable with leaves.
Contest to see who runs fastest.
To say yes to an idea.
Idea about how to do something.
Lines of things in a field.
Feeling when something unexpected happens.
At the last moment or end.
Gathering crops from fields when they're ready.
A gentle wind blowing softly.
Made fun of someone in a mean way.
Funny and entertaining.
A strong alcoholic drink made from wine.
A detailed idea for doing something.
An open area of land for farming.
A line of things arranged in order.
Very surprised or upset by something unexpected.
Asked someone to compete in a contest.
Where does the hedgehog go after leaving his home?
Who does the hedgehog meet in the field?
Why does the hedgehog get mad at the hare?
What does the hedgehog's wife do to help him win the race?
What do the hedgehog and his wife win at the end of the race?
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