Every summer, the garden animals held a race from the old watering can to the strawberry patch. Shelly the snail always came last.
"Why do you even try?" laughed Grasshopper. "You are the slowest animal in the whole garden."
Shelly did not answer. This year, she had a plan. While the others slept late, she set off at sunrise. She did not stop to nibble leaves. She did not stop to chat. She just kept sliding, one little bit at a time.
When the race began, Grasshopper bounced off in giant leaps. But it was a hot day. Soon he was thirsty, so he stopped for a long drink and then a nap in the shade.
When Grasshopper woke up, he hurried to the strawberry patch. There was Shelly, already resting on the biggest strawberry.
"How did you get here first?" he asked.
Shelly smiled. "Slow and steady," she said, "and I started early."
