Jack ran slower than all the other children in the
class at school. "Youíre so slow! Youíre slower than a snail!" Alex
shouted as he ran past him.
"Hurry up, slow poke," Mary said. She pushed her way
All the children finished running around the track
except for Jack. He was the last, as usual.
That afternoon as he walked home, the other children
tormented him. Jack felt sad. He couldnít run any faster than he already
did, even though he tried his hardest. He was nearly home when he spotted
a snail. He watched it for a while. "Youíre slow. Iím not as slow as you
are," Jack laughed.
He ran the rest of the way home, feeling much better.
"I may not be a fast runner, but I donít run as slow as a snail!"