The Hare and The Hound

In a sprawling, sun-soaked meadow that was pretty much like a giant playground, there was a Hare, the fastest runner around, and a Hound, who could smell a cookie from three miles away. Cue the morning sunshine and all that good stuff. The Hound catches a whiff of the Hare munching on what looked like a fancy salad.

"Oi, Hare, it's lunchtime, isn't it?" The Hound barks loudly, kicking off a chase that made any game of tag look like slow motion.

The Hare jumps up, lettuce leaf still hanging from his mouth, "Mom always said, 'Don't talk with your mouth full,' but RUN, definitely run!"

Off they go, zooming over fields full of flowers, splashing through little streams like they're in some adventure story, and darting through bushes so thick you'd think they were playing hide-and-seek.

The Hound's panting, thinking about the delicious dinner he could have. "Mmm, yummy," he mumbles to himself.

Meanwhile, the Hare's like, "I'm running so fast, I could be in a superhero comic! Take that, speedy runners!"

As the big ball of sunshine in the sky starts to dip down, the Hound's like, "Phew, anyone got some water?"

Another dog, who's basically the neighborhood gossip, trots up and says, "Eh, gave up, did ya? I thought you never quit!"

Huffing and puffing like he'd just danced a whole dance-off, the Hound says, "Look, buddy, I was in it for a simple dinner, a little something to eat, you know?"

"But that Hare," he catches his breath, "he was sprinting like he's the star of his own adventure story. His motivation was through the roof! Can't compete with that, can I?"

The Hound then decides that maybe tonight's a good night for some veggies and sits down, leaving the Hare to enjoy his peaceful meadow.

Amidst sunlit grass so fair,
Lived a swift and spry old Hare.
Beside him, a Hound with a nose so keen,
In the meadow's heart, both were seen.

The Hare nibbled greens, so fresh and so light,
Until the Hound's bark gave him a fright.
Through fields they dashed, over brook they did leap,
With the Hound desiring a meal not so cheap.

The sun dipped low, casting shadows that bend,
The Hound's eager chase started to end.
"Why halt?" a dog asked, watching the scene,
"You always chase, your commitment's been keen."

The Hound, out of breath, had this to convey,
"For supper I ran, just part of my day."
"But the Hare," he said, with respect in his eye,
"Ran for life, not wanting to say goodbye."

The lesson was clear, in the evening's soft glow,
Some race for a want, others from a true woe.
And as the night's embrace began to settle below,
The Hare found peace, in the meadow's gentle throw.