There was hare named Charlie. Charlie was around the bottom of the food chain so his choices were: be fast or be eaten.
Charlie was friends with a tortoise named Buck. Buck didn’t need to be as fast as Charlie because he could withdraw into his shell when wolves wandered by.
Why the tortoise and the hare wanted to race each other, I will never know. Maybe Charlie was feeling insecure at having so many animals salivating over him and wanted to boost his ego by challenging a slow creature to a race.
The race began and Charlie was instantly bored. Running is way more thrilling with a bald eagle closing in, than a tortoise loping further and further behind. So Charlie stopped for a nap, and played tennis with himself, (according to Disney lore) then hit on some hot bunnies. Oooo lah lah!
Meanwhile, Buck, the tortoise, didn’t take a break, he pressed onward, and eventually he won the race while Charlie was oogling a girl bunny who giggled at his jokes.
Charlie didn’t much care that he lost the race because it was a stupid race anyway, and he got that hot bunnies number. If she survived the next twelve hours, he would totally date her.
So what is the point of this story? I guess the moral of the story is: don’t race a hare if you’re a tortoise, and don’t race a tortoise if you’re a hare. Just be cool with your own personal method of predatory evasion. There is no rock star lifestyle for either animal, they both have their struggles.
The moral is also that I am more tortoise than hare, so I shouldn’t interrupt my writing to check Facebook, or read my cousin’s blog. Hmmm... I should remind myself of this story more often.
Charlie was friends with a tortoise named Buck. Buck didn’t need to be as fast as Charlie because he could withdraw into his shell when wolves wandered by.
Why the tortoise and the hare wanted to race each other, I will never know. Maybe Charlie was feeling insecure at having so many animals salivating over him and wanted to boost his ego by challenging a slow creature to a race.
The race began and Charlie was instantly bored. Running is way more thrilling with a bald eagle closing in, than a tortoise loping further and further behind. So Charlie stopped for a nap, and played tennis with himself, (according to Disney lore) then hit on some hot bunnies. Oooo lah lah!
Meanwhile, Buck, the tortoise, didn’t take a break, he pressed onward, and eventually he won the race while Charlie was oogling a girl bunny who giggled at his jokes.
Charlie didn’t much care that he lost the race because it was a stupid race anyway, and he got that hot bunnies number. If she survived the next twelve hours, he would totally date her.
So what is the point of this story? I guess the moral of the story is: don’t race a hare if you’re a tortoise, and don’t race a tortoise if you’re a hare. Just be cool with your own personal method of predatory evasion. There is no rock star lifestyle for either animal, they both have their struggles.
The moral is also that I am more tortoise than hare, so I shouldn’t interrupt my writing to check Facebook, or read my cousin’s blog. Hmmm... I should remind myself of this story more often.