Ricky the rabbit loved racing. One morning, he saw a carrot in the garden. “Hello, carrot,” said Ricky. “Do you want to race?” The carrot did not answer. Ricky said, “Are you scared?” The carrot still did not answer. “I understand,” said Ricky. “You are nervous because I am very fast.” Ricky drew a line in the dirt. “This is the start line.” He drew another line. “That is the finish line.” Then Ricky shouted, “Ready, set, go!” Ricky ran as fast as he could. He passed the flowers. He passed the tree. He passed a sleepy snail. Then he ran back. The carrot was still in the same place. “I win!” shouted Ricky. The snail looked at the carrot and said, “I think the carrot was not racing.” Ricky smiled. “That is what all slow racers say.” Then Ricky pulled the carrot from the ground. “Now you can come to the winner’s lunch,” he said. And he ate it.