In a whimsical world, far far away, there lived two curious characters: a bouncy rabbit named Ricky and a thoughtful turtle named Timmy.

Ricky the Rabbit hopped and skipped, while Timmy the Turtle leisurely dipped his feet into a sparkling stream. They were the best of friends, you see, but as diffrent as can be.

One sunny day, Ricky said with glee, 'Let's have a race, just you and me!' Timmy nodded, calm and steady, 'Alright, Ricky, I’m ready.'

On your marka, get set, go!' shouted the crow. Ricky zoomed like a rocket, his feet a blur, while Timmy took it slow, not needing to stir.

Ricky thought, 'I'm fast as lightning, so I'll take a nap, it's not so frightning.' He curled up under a shady tree, dreaming of his victory.

Timmy kept going, step by step, his pace was slow, but he didn't miss a step. He passed flowers, he passed bees, enjoying the gentle breeze.

Meanwhile, Ricky snoozed, dreaming great dreams, unaware that Timmy slowly crossed streams. He dreamt he won the shiny crown, while Timmy climbed each tiny mound.

Round the bend and up the hill, Timmy plodded, careful still. He saw Ricky sleeping sound, his snores the only noisy sound.

Timmy smiled, kept on his way, thinking, 'I just might win today.' With each step, he felt so strong, and the finish line wasn’t too long.

With a final push, Timmy reached his goal, crossing the line, fulfilling his role. Ricky awoke with a startled shout, realizing his nap had timed out.

Ricky dashed fast, as fast can be, but Timmy was first, as you can see. Timmy had won, slow and steady, even though Ricky thought he was ready.

Timmy didn’t boast, he didn’t grin, yet everyone cheered for his meaningful win. Ricky learned that day, without a doubt, that it’s not the speed but the effort you pout.