Race
Hare winning
Hare sleep
Tortoise win.
T.T.A.T.H.
I was losing the race.
The hare fell asleep
I won.
Wind blowing Dog barking People talking Ambulance racing Trucks driving Sun shining Pencils tapping Hands brushing Feet tapping Seats adjusting
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