HARE. One, two, three, go!
[_The Hare runs swiftly. Mr. Hedgehog sits. The Hare reaches the other
end of his furrow. Mrs. Hedgehog puts up her head._]
WIFE. I am already here.
HARE. I cannot believe it!
WIFE. I am already here.
HARE. We will try again! Do you hear? We will try again.
WIFE. I am ready.
HARE. One, two, three, go!
[_The Hare runs swiftly. The Wife sits. The Hare reaches the other end
of his furrow. Mr. Hedgehog puts up his head._]
HEDGEHOG. I am already here.
HARE. This is very, very strange!
HEDGEHOG. Shall we run again?
HARE. No, no! The race is yours, Neighbor Hedgehog. And will you please
to call some day? I should be glad to see you.
HEDGEHOG. I shall be glad to come.
[_The Hare goes off wondering._]
WIFE (_running to meet Mr. Hedgehog_). You may be short on legs, my
dear, but you are very, very long on brains.
FISHING ON DRY LAND
TIME: _long ago._
PLACE: _before the King's palace._
* * * * *
KING.
PRINCE.
QUEEN.
LADIES.
FARMER NIX.
FARMER KNAVE.
MANY OTHER FARMERS.
* * * * *
[FARMER NIX, FARMER KNAVE, _and the other_ FARMERS _have come with their
wagons, for it is market day. Some of the wagons are drawn by horses and
some by oxen.
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