Author: Hans Christian Andersen

A prize, or rather two prizes, a big one and a small one, had been awarded for the fastest runner—not just in one race, but for the whole year.

"I got the first prize," said the hare. "Justice must still be served, even when you have connections and good friends on the prize committee; but for the snail to get the second prize, I find that almost insulting."

"No," said the fence-rail, who had witnessed the prize-giving. "There should be some respect for hard work and perseverance. I've heard many respectable people say that, and I can understand it. The snail certainly took half a year to cross the doorstep, but he hurt himself and broke his collarbone from rushing. He dedicated himself entirely to the race and ran with his house on his back, which is all very commendable; so he got the second prize."