Storyland’s Spring Race
Slow-Poke, a cute and cuddly duckling, stepped out of his cozy nest and took a good look around. He could feel the warmth of the sun on his back. He could smell the fresh flowers, and he could hear birds chirping happily to one another. He could feel the cool, tall green marsh grass between his webbed feet, and he could see that spring was here.
“It is certainly nice to see spring is finally here,” Slow-Poke said to himself.
“It is definitely spring,” a familiar voice said to Slow-Poke.
“Freddy Goose!” cried Slow-Poke, turning around to see his best friend. “I am so happy to see you!”
Freddy Goose was more than a friend to Slow-Poke. He was like a big brother to him. He had cared for Slow-Poke, helped him, and kept him out of trouble.
“I am happy to see you as well,” said Freddy Goose. “Hey, are you going to enter the Storyland Spring Race? Everyone is entering.”
“Gee,” said Slow-Poke, his head hung low. “You know I would never win.”
“It isn’t all about winning or losing,” said Freddy. “It is about having fun, getting exercise and fresh air, and meeting new people.”
“When you put it that way,” said Slow-Poke. “I will enter.”
The day of the race came, and Slow-Poke was at the starting gate, waiting for Freddy. He was nowhere to be found.
The race began, and Slow-Poke was just about to turn around and go home, but then he spotted Freddy at the entrance. Freddy had a cast on his leg.
Slow-Poke knew he had to stay and race. He knew he wouldn’t win, but he remembered what Freddy had told him.
Slow-Poke ran at a steady and comfortable pace. He could hear Freddy cheering him on from the sidelines, and the more his confidence grew. Soon he was passing other contestants, and he could see the finish line.
“You can do this!” shouted Freddy.
“Come on, Slow-Poke!” others cheered too.
Slow-Poke took a deep breath, and then another, and with everything in him, he burst across the finish line, leaving all the other contestants in a cloud of dust.
“You won!” shouted Freddy, making his way to Slow-Poke, one hobble at a time. “I am so proud of you!”
Slow-Poke gained a huge boost in confidence, and he was very proud of himself, as were Freddy and everyone else in Storyland.
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