The Lion and the Hare (whatever)
submitted by AntiPostmodernist to whatever 7 months ago
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In the heart of a great forest, the mighty lion ruled with unchallenged strength and authority. He spent his days in quiet dominance, secure in his position as king. One day, a hare approached him.
“Great lion,” she said, her voice trembling but full of bravado, “I challenge you to a race!”
The lion glanced at her, clearly amused. “A race? With you?” he said, stretching lazily in the sun. “Do you know who I am? I could run circles around you with my eyes closed.”
But the hare insisted. “I am not afraid of you. I may be small, but I am quick and cunning. If I win, you must promise to spare the lives of all the smaller animals in the forest.”
The lion laughed, his great chest shaking with amusement. “Very well,” he said, “I shall accept your challenge. But I warn you—no creature can outrun me.”
The race began at sunrise the next day. The lion, with his powerful legs, bounded ahead, leaving the hare far behind. Confident of victory, the lion soon found a shady spot and lay down to rest, thinking he had plenty of time to catch up.”
Meanwhile, the hare, though small and seemingly weak, kept running with swift, steady steps. She had no plans to stop. She knew the lion’s pride would lead him to underestimate her, and that was her advantage.
As the lion lay napping, the hare passed him by. She kept her focus, never slowing down, and soon reached the finish line, where the animals of the forest had gathered to watch.
When the lion awoke, he rose to see the hare already at the finish line, smiling triumphantly.
But as she stood at the finish line, gasping to catch her breath while waiting for the lion to catch up, she saw him casually strolling toward her, unhurried and entirely unsurprised by the race's outcome. In just a few leisurely steps, he crossed the line, and looked down at her with a nonchalant glance.
Then just as the hare opened her mouth to announce her victory, the lion, without so much as a word, seized her up and, in one swift motion, began to devour her.
Moral: Boldness without sense is the greatest form of folly. Some challenges are never meant to be won; they are simply a trap for the overconfident.