The Hare and the Hedgehog

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    "This story, my dear young folks, seems to be false, but it really is true, for my grandfather, from whom I have it, used always, when relating it, to say, it must be true, my son, or else no one could tell it to you. The story is as follows. One sunday morning about harvest time, just as the buckwheat was in bloom, the sun was shining brightly in heaven, the east wind was blowing warmly over the stubble-fields, the larks were singing in the air, the bees buzzing among the buckwheat, the people in their sunday clothes were all going to church, and all creatures were happy, and the hedgehog was happy too. The hedgehog, however, was standing by his door with his arms akimbo, enjoying the morning breezes, and slowly trilling a little song to himself, which was neither better nor worse than the songs which hedgehogs are in the habit of singing on a blessed sunday morning. Whilst he was thus singing half aloud to himself, it suddenly occurred to him that, while his wife was washing and drying the children, he might very well take a walk into the field, and see how his turnips were getting on. The turnips, in fact, were close beside his house, and he and his family were accustomed to eat them, for which reason he looked upon them as his own. No sooner said than done. The hedgehog shut the house-door behind him, and took the path to the field. He had not gone very far from home, and was just turning round the sloe-bush which stands there outside the field, to go up into the turnip-field, when he observed the hare who had gone out on business of the same kind, namely, to visit his cabbages. When the hedgehog caught sight of the hare, he bade him a friendly good morning. But the hare, who was in his own way a distinguished gentleman, and frightfully haughty, did not return the hedgehog's greeting, but said to him, assuming at the same time a very contemptuous manner, how do you happen to be running about here in the field so early in the morning. I am taking a walk, said the hedgehog. A walk, said the hare, with a smile. It seems to me that you might use your legs for a better purpose. This answer made the hedgehog furiously angry, for he can bear anything but a reference too his legs, just because they are crooked by nature. So now the hedgehog said to the hare, you seem to imagine that you can do more with your legs than I with mine. That is just what I do think, said the hare. That can be put to the test, said the hedgehog. I wager that if we run a race, I will outstrip you. That is ridiculous. You with your short legs, said the hare, but for my part I am willing, if you have such a monstrous fancy for it. What shall we wager. A golden louis-d'or and a bottle of brandy, said the hedgehog. Done, said the hare. Shake hands on it, and then we may as well begin at once. Nay, said the hedgehog, there is no such great hurry. I am still fasting, I will go home first, and have a little breakfast. In half-an-hour I will be back again at this place. Hereupon the hedgehog departed, for the hare was quite satisfied with this. On his way the hedgehog thought to himself, the hare relies on his long legs, but I will contrive to get the better of him. He may be a great man, but he is a very silly fellow, and he shall pay for what he has said. So when the hedgehog reached home, he said to his wife, wife, dress yourself quickly, you must go out to the field with me. What is going on, then, said his wife. I have made a wager with the hare, for a gold louis-d'or and a bottle of brandy. I am to run a race with him, and you must be present. Good heavens, husband, the wife now cried, are you not right in your mind, have you completely lost your wits. What can make you want to run a race with the hare. Hold your tongue, woman, said the hedgehog, that is my affair. Don't begin to discuss things which are matters for men. Be off, dress yourself, and come with me. What could the hedgehog's wife do. She was forced to obey him, whether she liked it or not. So when they had set out on their way together, the hedgehog said to his wife, now pay attention to what I am going to say. Look you, I will make the long field our race-course. The hare shall run in one furrow, and when the hare arrives at the end of the furrow on the other side of you, you must cry out to him, I am here already. Then they reached the field, and the hedgehog showed his wife her place, and then walked up the field. When he reached the top, the hare was already there. Shall we start, said the hare. Certainly, said the hedgehog. Then both at once. So saying, each placed himself in his own furrow. The hare counted, once, twice, thrice, and away, and went off like a whirlwind down the field. The hedgehog, however, only ran about three paces, and then he crouched down in the furrow, and stayed quietly where he was. When the hare therefore arrived at full speed at the lower end of the field, the hedgehog's wife met him with the cry, I am here already. The hare was shocked and wondered not a little, he thought no other than that it was the hedgehog himself who was calling to him, for the hedgehog's wife looked just like her husband. The hare, however, thought to himself, that has not been done fairly, and cried, it must be run again, let us have it again. And once more he went off like the wind in a storm, so that he seemed to fly. But the hedgehog's wife stayed quietly in her place. So when the hare reached the top of the field, the hedgehog himself cried out to him, I am here already. The hare, however, quite beside himself with anger, cried, it must be run again, we must have it again. All right, answered the hedgehog, for my part we'll run as often as you choose. So the hare ran seventy-three times more, and the hedgehog always held out against him, and every time the hare reached either the top or the bottom, either the hedgehog or his wife said, I am here already. At the seventy-fourth time, however, the hare could no longer reach the end. In the middle of the field he fell to the ground, blood streamed out of his mouth, and he lay dead on the spot. But the hedgehog took the louis-d'or which he had won and the bottle of brandy, called his wife out of the furrow, and both went home together in great delight, and if they are not dead, they are living there still. This is how it happened that the hedgehog made the hare run races with him on the heath of buxtehude - buxtehude is a village near hamburg - till he died, and since that time no hare has ever had any fancy for running races with a buxtehude hedgehog. The moral of this story is, firstly, that no one, however great he may be, should permit himself to jest at any one beneath him, even if he be only a hedgehog. And, secondly, it teaches, that when a man marries, he should take a wife in his own position, who looks just as he himself looks. So whosoever is a hedgehog let him see to it that his wife is a hedgehog also, and so forth."
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Whilst he was thus singing half aloud to himself, it suddenly occurred to him that, while his wife was washing and drying the children, he might very well take a walk into the field, and see how his turnips were getting on. The turnips, in fact, were close beside his house, and he and his family were accustomed to eat them, for which reason he looked upon them as his own. No sooner said than done. The hedgehog shut the house-door behind him, and took the path to the field. He had not gone very far from home, and was just turning round the sloe-bush which stands there outside the field, to go up into the turnip-field, when he observed the hare who had gone out on business of the same kind, namely, to visit his cabbages. When the hedgehog caught sight of the hare, he bade him a friendly good morning. But the hare, who was in his own way a distinguished gentleman, and frightfully haughty, did not return the hedgehog's greeting, but said to him, assuming at the same time a very contemptuous manner, how do you happen to be running about here in the field so early in the morning. I am taking a walk, said the hedgehog. A walk, said the hare, with a smile. It seems to me that you might use your legs for a better purpose. This answer made the hedgehog furiously angry, for he can bear anything but a reference too his legs, just because they are crooked by nature. So now the hedgehog said to the hare, you seem to imagine that you can do more with your legs than I with mine. That is just what I do think, said the hare. That can be put to the test, said the hedgehog. I wager that if we run a race, I will outstrip you. That is ridiculous. You with your short legs, said the hare, but for my part I am willing, if you have such a monstrous fancy for it. What shall we wager. A golden louis-d'or and a bottle of brandy, said the hedgehog. Done, said the hare. Shake hands on it, and then we may as well begin at once. Nay, said the hedgehog, there is no such great hurry. I am still fasting, I will go home first, and have a little breakfast. In half-an-hour I will be back again at this place. Hereupon the hedgehog departed, for the hare was quite satisfied with this. On his way the hedgehog thought to himself, the hare relies on his long legs, but I will contrive to get the better of him. He may be a great man, but he is a very silly fellow, and he shall pay for what he has said. So when the hedgehog reached home, he said to his wife, wife, dress yourself quickly, you must go out to the field with me. What is going on, then, said his wife. I have made a wager with the hare, for a gold louis-d'or and a bottle of brandy. I am to run a race with him, and you must be present. Good heavens, husband, the wife now cried, are you not right in your mind, have you completely lost your wits. What can make you want to run a race with the hare. Hold your tongue, woman, said the hedgehog, that is my affair. Don't begin to discuss things which are matters for men. Be off, dress yourself, and come with me. What could the hedgehog's wife do. She was forced to obey him, whether she liked it or not. So when they had set out on their way together, the hedgehog said to his wife, now pay attention to what I am going to say. Look you, I will make the long field our race-course. The hare shall run in one furrow, and when the hare arrives at the end of the furrow on the other side of you, you must cry out to him, I am here already. Then they reached the field, and the hedgehog showed his wife her place, and then walked up the field. When he reached the top, the hare was already there. Shall we start, said the hare. Certainly, said the hedgehog. Then both at once. So saying, each placed himself in his own furrow. The hare counted, once, twice, thrice, and away, and went off like a whirlwind down the field. The hedgehog, however, only ran about three paces, and then he crouched down in the furrow, and stayed quietly where he was. When the hare therefore arrived at full speed at the lower end of the field, the hedgehog's wife met him with the cry, I am here already. The hare was shocked and wondered not a little, he thought no other than that it was the hedgehog himself who was calling to him, for the hedgehog's wife looked just like her husband. The hare, however, thought to himself, that has not been done fairly, and cried, it must be run again, let us have it again. And once more he went off like the wind in a storm, so that he seemed to fly. But the hedgehog's wife stayed quietly in her place. So when the hare reached the top of the field, the hedgehog himself cried out to him, I am here already. The hare, however, quite beside himself with anger, cried, it must be run again, we must have it again. All right, answered the hedgehog, for my part we'll run as often as you choose. So the hare ran seventy-three times more, and the hedgehog always held out against him, and every time the hare reached either the top or the bottom, either the hedgehog or his wife said, I am here already. At the seventy-fourth time, however, the hare could no longer reach the end. In the middle of the field he fell to the ground, blood streamed out of his mouth, and he lay dead on the spot. But the hedgehog took the louis-d'or which he had won and the bottle of brandy, called his wife out of the furrow, and both went home together in great delight, and if they are not dead, they are living there still. This is how it happened that the hedgehog made the hare run races with him on the heath of buxtehude - buxtehude is a village near hamburg - till he died, and since that time no hare has ever had any fancy for running races with a buxtehude hedgehog. The moral of this story is, firstly, that no one, however great he may be, should permit himself to jest at any one beneath him, even if he be only a hedgehog. And, secondly, it teaches, that when a man marries, he should take a wife in his own position, who looks just as he himself looks. So whosoever is a hedgehog let him see to it that his wife is a hedgehog also, and so forth.",
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    "This story, my dear young folks, seems to be false, but it really is true, for my grandfather, from whom I have it, used always, when relating it, to say, it must be true, my son, or else no one could tell it to you. The story is as follows. One sunday morning about harvest time, just as the buckwheat was in bloom, the sun was shining brightly in heaven, the east wind was blowing warmly over the stubble-fields, the larks were singing in the air, the bees buzzing among the buckwheat, the people in their sunday clothes were all going to church, and all creatures were happy, and the hedgehog was happy too. The hedgehog, however, was standing by his door with his arms akimbo, enjoying the morning breezes, and slowly trilling a little song to himself, which was neither better nor worse than the songs which hedgehogs are in the habit of singing on a blessed sunday morning. Whilst he was thus singing half aloud to himself, it suddenly occurred to him that, while his wife was washing and drying the children, he might very well take a walk into the field, and see how his turnips were getting on. The turnips, in fact, were close beside his house, and he and his family were accustomed to eat them, for which reason he looked upon them as his own. No sooner said than done. The hedgehog shut the house-door behind him, and took the path to the field. He had not gone very far from home, and was just turning round the sloe-bush which stands there outside the field, to go up into the turnip-field, when he observed the hare who had gone out on business of the same kind, namely, to visit his cabbages. When the hedgehog caught sight of the hare, he bade him a friendly good morning. But the hare, who was in his own way a distinguished gentleman, and frightfully haughty, did not return the hedgehog's greeting, but said to him, assuming at the same time a very contemptuous manner, how do you happen to be running about here in the field so early in the morning. I am taking a walk, said the hedgehog. A walk, said the hare, with a smile. It seems to me that you might use your legs for a better purpose. This answer made the hedgehog furiously angry, for he can bear anything but a reference too his legs, just because they are crooked by nature. So now the hedgehog said to the hare, you seem to imagine that you can do more with your legs than I with mine. That is just what I do think, said the hare. That can be put to the test, said the hedgehog. I wager that if we run a race, I will outstrip you. That is ridiculous. You with your short legs, said the hare, but for my part I am willing, if you have such a monstrous fancy for it. What shall we wager. A golden louis-d'or and a bottle of brandy, said the hedgehog. Done, said the hare. Shake hands on it, and then we may as well begin at once. Nay, said the hedgehog, there is no such great hurry. I am still fasting, I will go home first, and have a little breakfast. In half-an-hour I will be back again at this place. Hereupon the hedgehog departed, for the hare was quite satisfied with this. On his way the hedgehog thought to himself, the hare relies on his long legs, but I will contrive to get the better of him. He may be a great man, but he is a very silly fellow, and he shall pay for what he has said. So when the hedgehog reached home, he said to his wife, wife, dress yourself quickly, you must go out to the field with me. What is going on, then, said his wife. I have made a wager with the hare, for a gold louis-d'or and a bottle of brandy. I am to run a race with him, and you must be present. Good heavens, husband, the wife now cried, are you not right in your mind, have you completely lost your wits. What can make you want to run a race with the hare. Hold your tongue, woman, said the hedgehog, that is my affair. Don't begin to discuss things which are matters for men. Be off, dress yourself, and come with me. What could the hedgehog's wife do. She was forced to obey him, whether she liked it or not. So when they had set out on their way together, the hedgehog said to his wife, now pay attention to what I am going to say. Look you, I will make the long field our race-course. The hare shall run in one furrow, and when the hare arrives at the end of the furrow on the other side of you, you must cry out to him, I am here already. Then they reached the field, and the hedgehog showed his wife her place, and then walked up the field. When he reached the top, the hare was already there. Shall we start, said the hare. Certainly, said the hedgehog. Then both at once. So saying, each placed himself in his own furrow. The hare counted, once, twice, thrice, and away, and went off like a whirlwind down the field. The hedgehog, however, only ran about three paces, and then he crouched down in the furrow, and stayed quietly where he was. When the hare therefore arrived at full speed at the lower end of the field, the hedgehog's wife met him with the cry, I am here already. The hare was shocked and wondered not a little, he thought no other than that it was the hedgehog himself who was calling to him, for the hedgehog's wife looked just like her husband. The hare, however, thought to himself, that has not been done fairly, and cried, it must be run again, let us have it again. And once more he went off like the wind in a storm, so that he seemed to fly. But the hedgehog's wife stayed quietly in her place. So when the hare reached the top of the field, the hedgehog himself cried out to him, I am here already. The hare, however, quite beside himself with anger, cried, it must be run again, we must have it again. All right, answered the hedgehog, for my part we'll run as often as you choose. So the hare ran seventy-three times more, and the hedgehog always held out against him, and every time the hare reached either the top or the bottom, either the hedgehog or his wife said, I am here already. At the seventy-fourth time, however, the hare could no longer reach the end. In the middle of the field he fell to the ground, blood streamed out of his mouth, and he lay dead on the spot. But the hedgehog took the louis-d'or which he had won and the bottle of brandy, called his wife out of the furrow, and both went home together in great delight, and if they are not dead, they are living there still. This is how it happened that the hedgehog made the hare run races with him on the heath of buxtehude - buxtehude is a village near hamburg - till he died, and since that time no hare has ever had any fancy for running races with a buxtehude hedgehog. The moral of this story is, firstly, that no one, however great he may be, should permit himself to jest at any one beneath him, even if he be only a hedgehog. And, secondly, it teaches, that when a man marries, he should take a wife in his own position, who looks just as he himself looks. So whosoever is a hedgehog let him see to it that his wife is a hedgehog also, and so forth."
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Whilst he was thus singing half aloud to himself, it suddenly occurred to him that, while his wife was washing and drying the children, he might very well take a walk into the field, and see how his turnips were getting on. The turnips, in fact, were close beside his house, and he and his family were accustomed to eat them, for which reason he looked upon them as his own. No sooner said than done. The hedgehog shut the house-door behind him, and took the path to the field. He had not gone very far from home, and was just turning round the sloe-bush which stands there outside the field, to go up into the turnip-field, when he observed the hare who had gone out on business of the same kind, namely, to visit his cabbages. When the hedgehog caught sight of the hare, he bade him a friendly good morning. But the hare, who was in his own way a distinguished gentleman, and frightfully haughty, did not return the hedgehog's greeting, but said to him, assuming at the same time a very contemptuous manner, how do you happen to be running about here in the field so early in the morning. I am taking a walk, said the hedgehog. A walk, said the hare, with a smile. It seems to me that you might use your legs for a better purpose. This answer made the hedgehog furiously angry, for he can bear anything but a reference too his legs, just because they are crooked by nature. So now the hedgehog said to the hare, you seem to imagine that you can do more with your legs than I with mine. That is just what I do think, said the hare. That can be put to the test, said the hedgehog. I wager that if we run a race, I will outstrip you. That is ridiculous. You with your short legs, said the hare, but for my part I am willing, if you have such a monstrous fancy for it. What shall we wager. A golden louis-d'or and a bottle of brandy, said the hedgehog. Done, said the hare. Shake hands on it, and then we may as well begin at once. Nay, said the hedgehog, there is no such great hurry. I am still fasting, I will go home first, and have a little breakfast. In half-an-hour I will be back again at this place. Hereupon the hedgehog departed, for the hare was quite satisfied with this. On his way the hedgehog thought to himself, the hare relies on his long legs, but I will contrive to get the better of him. He may be a great man, but he is a very silly fellow, and he shall pay for what he has said. So when the hedgehog reached home, he said to his wife, wife, dress yourself quickly, you must go out to the field with me. What is going on, then, said his wife. I have made a wager with the hare, for a gold louis-d'or and a bottle of brandy. I am to run a race with him, and you must be present. Good heavens, husband, the wife now cried, are you not right in your mind, have you completely lost your wits. What can make you want to run a race with the hare. Hold your tongue, woman, said the hedgehog, that is my affair. Don't begin to discuss things which are matters for men. Be off, dress yourself, and come with me. What could the hedgehog's wife do. She was forced to obey him, whether she liked it or not. So when they had set out on their way together, the hedgehog said to his wife, now pay attention to what I am going to say. Look you, I will make the long field our race-course. The hare shall run in one furrow, and when the hare arrives at the end of the furrow on the other side of you, you must cry out to him, I am here already. Then they reached the field, and the hedgehog showed his wife her place, and then walked up the field. When he reached the top, the hare was already there. Shall we start, said the hare. Certainly, said the hedgehog. Then both at once. So saying, each placed himself in his own furrow. The hare counted, once, twice, thrice, and away, and went off like a whirlwind down the field. The hedgehog, however, only ran about three paces, and then he crouched down in the furrow, and stayed quietly where he was. When the hare therefore arrived at full speed at the lower end of the field, the hedgehog's wife met him with the cry, I am here already. The hare was shocked and wondered not a little, he thought no other than that it was the hedgehog himself who was calling to him, for the hedgehog's wife looked just like her husband. The hare, however, thought to himself, that has not been done fairly, and cried, it must be run again, let us have it again. And once more he went off like the wind in a storm, so that he seemed to fly. But the hedgehog's wife stayed quietly in her place. So when the hare reached the top of the field, the hedgehog himself cried out to him, I am here already. The hare, however, quite beside himself with anger, cried, it must be run again, we must have it again. All right, answered the hedgehog, for my part we'll run as often as you choose. So the hare ran seventy-three times more, and the hedgehog always held out against him, and every time the hare reached either the top or the bottom, either the hedgehog or his wife said, I am here already. At the seventy-fourth time, however, the hare could no longer reach the end. In the middle of the field he fell to the ground, blood streamed out of his mouth, and he lay dead on the spot. But the hedgehog took the louis-d'or which he had won and the bottle of brandy, called his wife out of the furrow, and both went home together in great delight, and if they are not dead, they are living there still. This is how it happened that the hedgehog made the hare run races with him on the heath of buxtehude - buxtehude is a village near hamburg - till he died, and since that time no hare has ever had any fancy for running races with a buxtehude hedgehog. The moral of this story is, firstly, that no one, however great he may be, should permit himself to jest at any one beneath him, even if he be only a hedgehog. And, secondly, it teaches, that when a man marries, he should take a wife in his own position, who looks just as he himself looks. So whosoever is a hedgehog let him see to it that his wife is a hedgehog also, and so forth.",
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    "This story, my dear young folks, seems to be false, but it really is true, for my grandfather, from whom I have it, used always, when relating it, to say, it must be true, my son, or else no one could tell it to you. The story is as follows. One sunday morning about harvest time, just as the buckwheat was in bloom, the sun was shining brightly in heaven, the east wind was blowing warmly over the stubble-fields, the larks were singing in the air, the bees buzzing among the buckwheat, the people in their sunday clothes were all going to church, and all creatures were happy, and the hedgehog was happy too.",
    "The hedgehog, however, was standing by his door with his arms akimbo, enjoying the morning breezes, and slowly trilling a little song to himself, which was neither better nor worse than the songs which hedgehogs are in the habit of singing on a blessed sunday morning. Whilst he was thus singing half aloud to himself, it suddenly occurred to him that, while his wife was washing and drying the children, he might very well take a walk into the field, and see how his turnips were getting on. The turnips, in fact, were close beside his house, and he and his family were accustomed to eat them, for which reason he looked upon them as his own. No sooner said than done. The hedgehog shut the house-door behind him, and took the path to the field.",
    "He had not gone very far from home, and was just turning round the sloe-bush which stands there outside the field, to go up into the turnip-field, when he observed the hare who had gone out on business of the same kind, namely, to visit his cabbages. When the hedgehog caught sight of the hare, he bade him a friendly good morning. But the hare, who was in his own way a distinguished gentleman, and frightfully haughty, did not return the hedgehog's greeting, but said to him, assuming at the same time a very contemptuous manner, how do you happen to be running about here in the field so early in the morning. I am taking a walk, said the hedgehog. A walk, said the hare, with a smile. It seems to me that you might use your legs for a better purpose.",
    "This answer made the hedgehog furiously angry, for he can bear anything but a reference too his legs, just because they are crooked by nature. So now the hedgehog said to the hare, you seem to imagine that you can do more with your legs than I with mine. That is just what I do think, said the hare. That can be put to the test, said the hedgehog. I wager that if we run a race, I will outstrip you. That is ridiculous. You with your short legs, said the hare, but for my part I am willing, if you have such a monstrous fancy for it. What shall we wager. A golden louis-d'or and a bottle of brandy, said the hedgehog. Done, said the hare. Shake hands on it, and then we may as well begin at once. Nay, said the hedgehog, there is no such great hurry.",
    "I am still fasting, I will go home first, and have a little breakfast. In half-an-hour I will be back again at this place. Hereupon the hedgehog departed, for the hare was quite satisfied with this. On his way the hedgehog thought to himself, the hare relies on his long legs, but I will contrive to get the better of him. He may be a great man, but he is a very silly fellow, and he shall pay for what he has said. So when the hedgehog reached home, he said to his wife, wife, dress yourself quickly, you must go out to the field with me. What is going on, then, said his wife. I have made a wager with the hare, for a gold louis-d'or and a bottle of brandy. I am to run a race with him, and you must be present.",
    "Good heavens, husband, the wife now cried, are you not right in your mind, have you completely lost your wits. What can make you want to run a race with the hare. Hold your tongue, woman, said the hedgehog, that is my affair. Don't begin to discuss things which are matters for men. Be off, dress yourself, and come with me. What could the hedgehog's wife do. She was forced to obey him, whether she liked it or not. So when they had set out on their way together, the hedgehog said to his wife, now pay attention to what I am going to say. Look you, I will make the long field our race-course. The hare shall run in one furrow, and when the hare arrives at the end of the furrow on the other side of you, you must cry out to him, I am here already.",
    "Then they reached the field, and the hedgehog showed his wife her place, and then walked up the field. When he reached the top, the hare was already there. Shall we start, said the hare. Certainly, said the hedgehog. Then both at once. So saying, each placed himself in his own furrow. The hare counted, once, twice, thrice, and away, and went off like a whirlwind down the field. The hedgehog, however, only ran about three paces, and then he crouched down in the furrow, and stayed quietly where he was. When the hare therefore arrived at full speed at the lower end of the field, the hedgehog's wife met him with the cry, I am here already.",
    "The hare was shocked and wondered not a little, he thought no other than that it was the hedgehog himself who was calling to him, for the hedgehog's wife looked just like her husband. The hare, however, thought to himself, that has not been done fairly, and cried, it must be run again, let us have it again. And once more he went off like the wind in a storm, so that he seemed to fly. But the hedgehog's wife stayed quietly in her place. So when the hare reached the top of the field, the hedgehog himself cried out to him, I am here already. The hare, however, quite beside himself with anger, cried, it must be run again, we must have it again. All right, answered the hedgehog, for my part we'll run as often as you choose.",
    "So the hare ran seventy-three times more, and the hedgehog always held out against him, and every time the hare reached either the top or the bottom, either the hedgehog or his wife said, I am here already. At the seventy-fourth time, however, the hare could no longer reach the end. In the middle of the field he fell to the ground, blood streamed out of his mouth, and he lay dead on the spot. But the hedgehog took the louis-d'or which he had won and the bottle of brandy, called his wife out of the furrow, and both went home together in great delight, and if they are not dead, they are living there still.",
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    "The hedgehog, however, was standing by his door with his arms akimbo, enjoying the morning breezes, and slowly trilling a little song to himself, which was neither better nor worse than the songs which hedgehogs are in the habit of singing on a blessed sunday morning. Whilst he was thus singing half aloud to himself, it suddenly occurred to him that, while his wife was washing and drying the children, he might very well take a walk into the field, and see how his turnips were getting on. The turnips, in fact, were close beside his house, and he and his family were accustomed to eat them, for which reason he looked upon them as his own. No sooner said than done. The hedgehog shut the house-door behind him, and took the path to the field.",
    "He had not gone very far from home, and was just turning round the sloe-bush which stands there outside the field, to go up into the turnip-field, when he observed the hare who had gone out on business of the same kind, namely, to visit his cabbages. When the hedgehog caught sight of the hare, he bade him a friendly good morning. But the hare, who was in his own way a distinguished gentleman, and frightfully haughty, did not return the hedgehog's greeting, but said to him, assuming at the same time a very contemptuous manner, how do you happen to be running about here in the field so early in the morning. I am taking a walk, said the hedgehog. A walk, said the hare, with a smile. It seems to me that you might use your legs for a better purpose.",
    "This answer made the hedgehog furiously angry, for he can bear anything but a reference too his legs, just because they are crooked by nature. So now the hedgehog said to the hare, you seem to imagine that you can do more with your legs than I with mine. That is just what I do think, said the hare. That can be put to the test, said the hedgehog. I wager that if we run a race, I will outstrip you. That is ridiculous. You with your short legs, said the hare, but for my part I am willing, if you have such a monstrous fancy for it. What shall we wager. A golden louis-d'or and a bottle of brandy, said the hedgehog. Done, said the hare. Shake hands on it, and then we may as well begin at once. Nay, said the hedgehog, there is no such great hurry.",
    "I am still fasting, I will go home first, and have a little breakfast. In half-an-hour I will be back again at this place. Hereupon the hedgehog departed, for the hare was quite satisfied with this. On his way the hedgehog thought to himself, the hare relies on his long legs, but I will contrive to get the better of him. He may be a great man, but he is a very silly fellow, and he shall pay for what he has said. So when the hedgehog reached home, he said to his wife, wife, dress yourself quickly, you must go out to the field with me. What is going on, then, said his wife. I have made a wager with the hare, for a gold louis-d'or and a bottle of brandy. I am to run a race with him, and you must be present.",
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    "Then they reached the field, and the hedgehog showed his wife her place, and then walked up the field. When he reached the top, the hare was already there. Shall we start, said the hare. Certainly, said the hedgehog. Then both at once. So saying, each placed himself in his own furrow. The hare counted, once, twice, thrice, and away, and went off like a whirlwind down the field. The hedgehog, however, only ran about three paces, and then he crouched down in the furrow, and stayed quietly where he was. When the hare therefore arrived at full speed at the lower end of the field, the hedgehog's wife met him with the cry, I am here already.",
    "The hare was shocked and wondered not a little, he thought no other than that it was the hedgehog himself who was calling to him, for the hedgehog's wife looked just like her husband. The hare, however, thought to himself, that has not been done fairly, and cried, it must be run again, let us have it again. And once more he went off like the wind in a storm, so that he seemed to fly. But the hedgehog's wife stayed quietly in her place. So when the hare reached the top of the field, the hedgehog himself cried out to him, I am here already. The hare, however, quite beside himself with anger, cried, it must be run again, we must have it again. All right, answered the hedgehog, for my part we will run as often as you choose.",
    "So the hare ran seventy-three times more, and the hedgehog always held out against him, and every time the hare reached either the top or the bottom, either the hedgehog or his wife said, I am here already. At the seventy-fourth time, however, the hare could no longer reach the end. In the middle of the field he fell to the ground, blood streamed out of his mouth, and he lay dead on the spot. But the hedgehog took the louis-d'or which he had won and the bottle of brandy, called his wife out of the furrow, and both went home together in great delight, and if they are not dead, they are living there still.",
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Whilst he was thus singing half aloud to himself, it suddenly occurred to him that, while his wife was washing and drying the children, he might very well take a walk into the field, and see how his turnips were getting on. The turnips, in fact, were close beside his house, and he and his family were accustomed to eat them, for which reason he looked upon them as his own. No sooner said than done. The hedgehog shut the house-door behind him, and took the path to the field.\n\nHe had not gone very far from home, and was just turning round the sloe-bush which stands there outside the field, to go up into the turnip-field, when he observed the hare who had gone out on business of the same kind, namely, to visit his cabbages. When the hedgehog caught sight of the hare, he bade him a friendly good morning. But the hare, who was in his own way a distinguished gentleman, and frightfully haughty, did not return the hedgehog's greeting, but said to him, assuming at the same time a very contemptuous manner, how do you happen to be running about here in the field so early in the morning. I am taking a walk, said the hedgehog. A walk, said the hare, with a smile. It seems to me that you might use your legs for a better purpose.\n\nThis answer made the hedgehog furiously angry, for he can bear anything but a reference too his legs, just because they are crooked by nature. So now the hedgehog said to the hare, you seem to imagine that you can do more with your legs than I with mine. That is just what I do think, said the hare. That can be put to the test, said the hedgehog. I wager that if we run a race, I will outstrip you. That is ridiculous. You with your short legs, said the hare, but for my part I am willing, if you have such a monstrous fancy for it. What shall we wager. 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    "This story, my dear young folks, seems to be false, but it really is true, for my grandfather, from whom I have it, used always, when relating it, to say, it must be true, my son, or else no one could tell it to you. The story is as follows. One sunday morning about harvest time, just as the buckwheat was in bloom, the sun was shining brightly in heaven, the east wind was blowing warmly over the stubble-fields, the larks were singing in the air, the bees buzzing among the buckwheat, the people in their sunday clothes were all going to church, and all creatures were happy, and the hedgehog was happy too.",
    "The hedgehog, however, was standing by his door with his arms akimbo, enjoying the morning breezes, and slowly trilling a little song to himself, which was neither better nor worse than the songs which hedgehogs are in the habit of singing on a blessed sunday morning. Whilst he was thus singing half aloud to himself, it suddenly occurred to him that, while his wife was washing and drying the children, he might very well take a walk into the field, and see how his turnips were getting on. The turnips, in fact, were close beside his house, and he and his family were accustomed to eat them, for which reason he looked upon them as his own. No sooner said than done. The hedgehog shut the house-door behind him, and took the path to the field.",
    "He had not gone very far from home, and was just turning round the sloe-bush which stands there outside the field, to go up into the turnip-field, when he observed the hare who had gone out on business of the same kind, namely, to visit his cabbages. When the hedgehog caught sight of the hare, he bade him a friendly good morning. But the hare, who was in his own way a distinguished gentleman, and frightfully haughty, did not return the hedgehog's greeting, but said to him, assuming at the same time a very contemptuous manner, how do you happen to be running about here in the field so early in the morning. I am taking a walk, said the hedgehog. A walk, said the hare, with a smile. It seems to me that you might use your legs for a better purpose.",
    "This answer made the hedgehog furiously angry, for he can bear anything but a reference too his legs, just because they are crooked by nature. So now the hedgehog said to the hare, you seem to imagine that you can do more with your legs than I with mine. That is just what I do think, said the hare. That can be put to the test, said the hedgehog. I wager that if we run a race, I will outstrip you. That is ridiculous. You with your short legs, said the hare, but for my part I am willing, if you have such a monstrous fancy for it. What shall we wager. A golden louis-d'or and a bottle of brandy, said the hedgehog. Done, said the hare. Shake hands on it, and then we may as well begin at once. Nay, said the hedgehog, there is no such great hurry.",
    "I am still fasting, I will go home first, and have a little breakfast. In half-an-hour I will be back again at this place. Hereupon the hedgehog departed, for the hare was quite satisfied with this. On his way the hedgehog thought to himself, the hare relies on his long legs, but I will contrive to get the better of him. He may be a great man, but he is a very silly fellow, and he shall pay for what he has said. So when the hedgehog reached home, he said to his wife, wife, dress yourself quickly, you must go out to the field with me. What is going on, then, said his wife. I have made a wager with the hare, for a gold louis-d'or and a bottle of brandy. I am to run a race with him, and you must be present.",
    "Good heavens, husband, the wife now cried, are you not right in your mind, have you completely lost your wits. What can make you want to run a race with the hare. Hold your tongue, woman, said the hedgehog, that is my affair. Don't begin to discuss things which are matters for men. Be off, dress yourself, and come with me. What could the hedgehog's wife do. She was forced to obey him, whether she liked it or not. So when they had set out on their way together, the hedgehog said to his wife, now pay attention to what I am going to say. Look you, I will make the long field our race-course. The hare shall run in one furrow, and when the hare arrives at the end of the furrow on the other side of you, you must cry out to him, I am here already.",
    "Then they reached the field, and the hedgehog showed his wife her place, and then walked up the field. When he reached the top, the hare was already there. Shall we start, said the hare. Certainly, said the hedgehog. Then both at once. So saying, each placed himself in his own furrow. The hare counted, once, twice, thrice, and away, and went off like a whirlwind down the field. The hedgehog, however, only ran about three paces, and then he crouched down in the furrow, and stayed quietly where he was. When the hare therefore arrived at full speed at the lower end of the field, the hedgehog's wife met him with the cry, I am here already.",
    "The hare was shocked and wondered not a little, he thought no other than that it was the hedgehog himself who was calling to him, for the hedgehog's wife looked just like her husband. The hare, however, thought to himself, that has not been done fairly, and cried, it must be run again, let us have it again. And once more he went off like the wind in a storm, so that he seemed to fly. But the hedgehog's wife stayed quietly in her place. So when the hare reached the top of the field, the hedgehog himself cried out to him, I am here already. The hare, however, quite beside himself with anger, cried, it must be run again, we must have it again. All right, answered the hedgehog, for my part we will run as often as you choose.",
    "So the hare ran seventy-three times more, and the hedgehog always held out against him, and every time the hare reached either the top or the bottom, either the hedgehog or his wife said, I am here already. At the seventy-fourth time, however, the hare could no longer reach the end. In the middle of the field he fell to the ground, blood streamed out of his mouth, and he lay dead on the spot. But the hedgehog took the louis-d'or which he had won and the bottle of brandy, called his wife out of the furrow, and both went home together in great delight, and if they are not dead, they are living there still.",
    "This is how it happened that the hedgehog made the hare run races with him on the heath of buxtehude - buxtehude is a village near hamburg - till he died, and since that time no hare has ever had any fancy for running races with a buxtehude hedgehog. The moral of this story is, firstly, that no one, however great he may be, should permit himself to jest at any one beneath him, even if he be only a hedgehog. And, secondly, it teaches, that when a man marries, he should take a wife in his own position, who looks just as he himself looks. So whosoever is a hedgehog let him see to it that his wife is a hedgehog also, and so forth."
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  "child_friendly_title": "The Hare and the Hedgehog",
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    "This story is true, even if it sounds like a fairy tale. My grandfather told it to me, and he said it really happened. It was a lovely Sunday morning in the autumn. The buckwheat flowers were blooming, and the sun was shining brightly in the sky. A warm breeze blew over the fields. The larks were singing in the air, and the bees were busy buzzing among the flowers. Everyone was dressed in their best clothes for church. All the animals were happy, and the little hedgehog was happy too.",
    "The hedgehog stood by his door. He enjoyed the nice morning air. He hummed a happy little song to himself. It was a cozy Sunday morning. Then, he had a good idea. His wife was busy washing the children. He could take a walk to the field. He wanted to see how his turnips were doing. The turnips grew right next to his house. He and his family loved to eat them. They were his very own special treats. He did not wait. He closed his door and walked out.",
    "He had not gone very far from home. He was just turning round the sloe-bush outside the field to go up into the turnip-field. Then he saw the hare. The hare had gone out to visit his cabbages, just like him. When the hedgehog saw the hare, he said a friendly good morning. But the hare was very proud and did not say hello back. He looked at the hedgehog with a mean smile. He asked, \"How do you happen to be running around here so early in the morning?\" The hedgehog said, \"I am just taking a walk.\" The hare laughed and said, \"It seems to me that you might use your legs for a better purpose.",
    "The hedgehog felt very angry. He could not stand it when people made fun of his legs. They were crooked, but that was just how he was made. He looked at the hare and said, \"You think your long legs are better than mine. I think you are wrong.\"\n\n\"I do think that,\" said the hare with a smile. \"But we can test it. Let us run a race. I bet I will win.\"\n\n\"That is silly,\" said the hare. \"You have short legs. But if you really want to, I will race you.\"\n\n\"What will we bet?\" asked the hedgehog.\n\n\"A shiny gold coin and a bottle of sweet juice,\" said the hedgehog.\n\n\"Done!\" said the hare. \"Let's shake hands and start right now.\"\n\n\"Not so fast,\" said the hedgehog. \"We can wait a little.",
    "I am still not eating, so I will go home first and have a little breakfast. In half an hour, I will come back here. The hedgehog went home because the hare was happy with that plan. On his way, the hedgehog thought to himself, the hare relies on his long legs, but I will find a way to beat him. He may be big and strong, but he is a silly fellow, and he will pay for what he said. When the hedgehog got home, he said to his wife, \"Honey, please get dressed quickly. We have to go to the field together.\" \"What is happening?\" asked his wife. \"I made a bet with the hare,\" he said. \"I will race him, and you have to come watch.",
    "Oh my goodness, husband,\" his wife cried out, \"are you feeling okay? Have you lost your mind completely? Why would you want to race a hare?\" \"Hold your tongue, woman,\" said the hedgehog. \"That is my business. Don't start talking about things that are for men to decide. Now, go get dressed and come with me.\" What could his wife do? She had to obey him, whether she liked it or not. So, when they started walking together, the hedgehog said to his wife, \"Listen closely to what I am going to say. I will use the long field as our race track. The hare will run in one row, and when he reaches the end of the row on the other side of you, you must shout, 'I am here already!'",
    "Then they reached the field, and the hedgehog showed his wife where to stand. He walked up the field to the top. When he got there, the hare was already waiting. \"Shall we start?\" asked the hare. \"Certainly,\" said the hedgehog. \"Then both at once,\" he added. So, each animal took his place in his own little track. The hare counted, \"One, two, three, and away!\" and he zoomed down the field like a fast wind. The hedgehog, however, only ran a few steps. Then he crouched down low in his track and stayed very still. When the hare ran all the way to the bottom, the hedgehog's wife was already there. She called out, \"I am here already!",
    "The hare was very surprised. He thought the hedgehog’s wife was calling him, because she looked just like her husband. But the hare felt it was not fair. He wanted to run the race again. He ran as fast as the wind. But the hedgehog’s wife stayed right where she was. When the hare reached the top of the field, the hedgehog called out, \"I am here already!\" The hare was very angry. He wanted to run again. The hedgehog smiled and said, \"All right. We can run as many times as you like.",
    "So the hare ran seventy-three times more, and the hedgehog always held out against him. Every time the hare reached the top or the bottom, the hedgehog or his wife would say, \"I am here already!\" At the seventy-fourth time, however, the hare could no longer reach the end. In the middle of the field, he fell to the ground. He did not get up again. But the hedgehog took the gold coin and the bottle of juice. He called his wife out of the hole, and they went home together, feeling very happy. And if they are not dead, they are living there still.",
    "This is how it happened. The hedgehog made the hare run races on the heath. Buxtehude is a village near Hamburg. The hare ran until he was very tired. He ran until he could not run anymore. He ran until he died. Since that time, no hare has ever wanted to run races with a hedgehog from Buxtehude.\n\nThe lesson of this story is simple. No matter how great you are, you should never laugh at anyone smaller than you. You should be kind to everyone, even if they are just a little hedgehog. Also, when you marry, you should find a wife who is just like you. If you are a hedgehog, you should marry a hedgehog. And that is the end of the story."
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  "child_friendly_text": "This story is true, even if it sounds like a fairy tale. My grandfather told it to me, and he said it really happened. It was a lovely Sunday morning in the autumn. The buckwheat flowers were blooming, and the sun was shining brightly in the sky. A warm breeze blew over the fields. The larks were singing in the air, and the bees were busy buzzing among the flowers. Everyone was dressed in their best clothes for church. All the animals were happy, and the little hedgehog was happy too.\n\nThe hedgehog stood by his door. He enjoyed the nice morning air. He hummed a happy little song to himself. It was a cozy Sunday morning. Then, he had a good idea. His wife was busy washing the children. He could take a walk to the field. He wanted to see how his turnips were doing. The turnips grew right next to his house. He and his family loved to eat them. They were his very own special treats. He did not wait. He closed his door and walked out.\n\nHe had not gone very far from home. He was just turning round the sloe-bush outside the field to go up into the turnip-field. Then he saw the hare. The hare had gone out to visit his cabbages, just like him. When the hedgehog saw the hare, he said a friendly good morning. But the hare was very proud and did not say hello back. He looked at the hedgehog with a mean smile. He asked, \"How do you happen to be running around here so early in the morning?\" The hedgehog said, \"I am just taking a walk.\" The hare laughed and said, \"It seems to me that you might use your legs for a better purpose.\n\nThe hedgehog felt very angry. He could not stand it when people made fun of his legs. They were crooked, but that was just how he was made. He looked at the hare and said, \"You think your long legs are better than mine. I think you are wrong.\"\n\n\"I do think that,\" said the hare with a smile. \"But we can test it. Let us run a race. I bet I will win.\"\n\n\"That is silly,\" said the hare. \"You have short legs. But if you really want to, I will race you.\"\n\n\"What will we bet?\" asked the hedgehog.\n\n\"A shiny gold coin and a bottle of sweet juice,\" said the hedgehog.\n\n\"Done!\" said the hare. \"Let's shake hands and start right now.\"\n\n\"Not so fast,\" said the hedgehog. \"We can wait a little.\n\nI am still not eating, so I will go home first and have a little breakfast. In half an hour, I will come back here. The hedgehog went home because the hare was happy with that plan. On his way, the hedgehog thought to himself, the hare relies on his long legs, but I will find a way to beat him. He may be big and strong, but he is a silly fellow, and he will pay for what he said. When the hedgehog got home, he said to his wife, \"Honey, please get dressed quickly. We have to go to the field together.\" \"What is happening?\" asked his wife. \"I made a bet with the hare,\" he said. \"I will race him, and you have to come watch.\n\nOh my goodness, husband,\" his wife cried out, \"are you feeling okay? Have you lost your mind completely? Why would you want to race a hare?\" \"Hold your tongue, woman,\" said the hedgehog. \"That is my business. Don't start talking about things that are for men to decide. Now, go get dressed and come with me.\" What could his wife do? She had to obey him, whether she liked it or not. So, when they started walking together, the hedgehog said to his wife, \"Listen closely to what I am going to say. I will use the long field as our race track. The hare will run in one row, and when he reaches the end of the row on the other side of you, you must shout, 'I am here already!'\n\nThen they reached the field, and the hedgehog showed his wife where to stand. He walked up the field to the top. When he got there, the hare was already waiting. \"Shall we start?\" asked the hare. \"Certainly,\" said the hedgehog. \"Then both at once,\" he added. So, each animal took his place in his own little track. The hare counted, \"One, two, three, and away!\" and he zoomed down the field like a fast wind. The hedgehog, however, only ran a few steps. Then he crouched down low in his track and stayed very still. When the hare ran all the way to the bottom, the hedgehog's wife was already there. She called out, \"I am here already!\n\nThe hare was very surprised. He thought the hedgehog’s wife was calling him, because she looked just like her husband. But the hare felt it was not fair. He wanted to run the race again. He ran as fast as the wind. But the hedgehog’s wife stayed right where she was. When the hare reached the top of the field, the hedgehog called out, \"I am here already!\" The hare was very angry. He wanted to run again. The hedgehog smiled and said, \"All right. We can run as many times as you like.\n\nSo the hare ran seventy-three times more, and the hedgehog always held out against him. Every time the hare reached the top or the bottom, the hedgehog or his wife would say, \"I am here already!\" At the seventy-fourth time, however, the hare could no longer reach the end. In the middle of the field, he fell to the ground. He did not get up again. But the hedgehog took the gold coin and the bottle of juice. He called his wife out of the hole, and they went home together, feeling very happy. And if they are not dead, they are living there still.\n\nThis is how it happened. The hedgehog made the hare run races on the heath. Buxtehude is a village near Hamburg. The hare ran until he was very tired. He ran until he could not run anymore. He ran until he died. Since that time, no hare has ever wanted to run races with a hedgehog from Buxtehude.\n\nThe lesson of this story is simple. No matter how great you are, you should never laugh at anyone smaller than you. You should be kind to everyone, even if they are just a little hedgehog. Also, when you marry, you should find a wife who is just like you. If you are a hedgehog, you should marry a hedgehog. And that is the end of the story.",
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    "This story is true, even if it sounds like a fairy tale. My grandfather told it to me, and he said it really happened. It was a lovely Sunday morning in the autumn. The buckwheat flowers were blooming, and the sun was shining brightly in the sky. A warm breeze blew over the fields. The larks were singing in the air, and the bees were busy buzzing among the flowers. Everyone was dressed in their best clothes for church. All the animals were happy, and the little hedgehog was happy too.",
    "The hedgehog stood by his door. He enjoyed the nice morning air. He hummed a happy little song to himself. It was a cozy Sunday morning. Then, he had a good idea. His wife was busy washing the children. He could take a walk to the field. He wanted to see how his turnips were doing. The turnips grew right next to his house. He and his family loved to eat them. They were his very own special treats. He did not wait. He closed his door and walked out.",
    "He had not gone very far from home. He was just turning round the sloe-bush outside the field to go up into the turnip-field. Then he saw the hare. The hare had gone out to visit his cabbages, just like him. When the hedgehog saw the hare, he said a friendly good morning. But the hare was very proud and did not say hello back. He looked at the hedgehog with a mean smile. He asked, \"How do you happen to be running around here so early in the morning?\" The hedgehog said, \"I am just taking a walk.\" The hare laughed and said, \"It seems to me that you might use your legs for a better purpose.",
    "The hedgehog felt very angry. He could not stand it when people made fun of his legs. They were crooked, but that was just how he was made. He looked at the hare and said, \"You think your long legs are better than mine. I think you are wrong.\"\n\n\"I do think that,\" said the hare with a smile. \"But we can test it. Let us run a race. I bet I will win.\"\n\n\"That is silly,\" said the hare. \"You have short legs. But if you really want to, I will race you.\"\n\n\"What will we bet?\" asked the hedgehog.\n\n\"A shiny gold coin and a bottle of sweet juice,\" said the hedgehog.\n\n\"Done!\" said the hare. \"Let's shake hands and start right now.\"\n\n\"Not so fast,\" said the hedgehog. \"We can wait a little.",
    "I am still not eating, so I will go home first and have a little breakfast. In half an hour, I will come back here. The hedgehog went home because the hare was happy with that plan. On his way, the hedgehog thought to himself, the hare relies on his long legs, but I will find a way to beat him. He may be big and strong, but he is a silly fellow, and he will pay for what he said. When the hedgehog got home, he said to his wife, \"Honey, please get dressed quickly. We have to go to the field together.\" \"What is happening?\" asked his wife. \"I made a bet with the hare,\" he said. \"I will race him, and you have to come watch.",
    "Oh my goodness, husband,\" his wife cried out, \"are you feeling okay? Have you lost your mind completely? Why would you want to race a hare?\" \"Hold your tongue, woman,\" said the hedgehog. \"That is my business. Don't start talking about things that are for men to decide. Now, go get dressed and come with me.\" What could his wife do? She had to obey him, whether she liked it or not. So, when they started walking together, the hedgehog said to his wife, \"Listen closely to what I am going to say. I will use the long field as our race track. The hare will run in one row, and when he reaches the end of the row on the other side of you, you must shout, 'I am here already!'",
    "Then they reached the field, and the hedgehog showed his wife where to stand. He walked up the field to the top. When he got there, the hare was already waiting. \"Shall we start?\" asked the hare. \"Certainly,\" said the hedgehog. \"Then both at once,\" he added. So, each animal took his place in his own little track. The hare counted, \"One, two, three, and away!\" and he zoomed down the field like a fast wind. The hedgehog, however, only ran a few steps. Then he crouched down low in his track and stayed very still. When the hare ran all the way to the bottom, the hedgehog's wife was already there. She called out, \"I am here already!",
    "The hare was very surprised. He thought the hedgehog’s wife was calling him, because she looked just like her husband. But the hare felt it was not fair. He wanted to run the race again. He ran as fast as the wind. But the hedgehog’s wife stayed right where she was. When the hare reached the top of the field, the hedgehog called out, \"I am here already!\" The hare was very angry. He wanted to run again. The hedgehog smiled and said, \"All right. We can run as many times as you like.",
    "So the hare ran seventy-three times more, and the hedgehog always held out against him. Every time the hare reached the top or the bottom, the hedgehog or his wife would say, \"I am here already!\" At the seventy-fourth time, however, the hare could no longer reach the end. In the middle of the field, he fell to the ground. He did not get up again. But the hedgehog took the gold coin and the bottle of juice. He called his wife out of the hole, and they went home together, feeling very happy. And if they are not dead, they are living there still.",
    "This is how it happened. The hedgehog made the hare run races on the heath. Buxtehude is a village near Hamburg. The hare ran until he was very tired. He ran until he could not run anymore. He ran until he died. Since that time, no hare has ever wanted to run races with a hedgehog from Buxtehude.\n\nThe lesson of this story is simple. No matter how great you are, you should never laugh at anyone smaller than you. You should be kind to everyone, even if they are just a little hedgehog. Also, when you marry, you should find a wife who is just like you. If you are a hedgehog, you should marry a hedgehog. And that is the end of the story."
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