The Hare and the Hound

Out of the long grass shot a hare, ears flat, and after him came a big hound. Over the ditch they went. Through the hedge they went. Up the hill and down the other side they went.

On and on they ran, until the hound's tongue hung out and his legs grew heavy. The hare was a brown dot, far ahead. The hound slowed to a trot. Then he stopped, and he sat down in the grass, puffing.

A goatherd had seen it all from a rock. He laughed so hard that his goats looked up. "Ha!" he called. "Some hunter you are! The little one is the better runner of the two!"

The hound got his breath back. He looked at the hill where the hare had gone.

"You do not see the difference between us," he said. "I was only running for a dinner. He was running for his life."