
The hare emerges from his tent like a boxing champion, the tortoise more like a lethargic geriatric - and the entire crowd assume this is a fait-accompli. Racing away, the hare even stops for a nap. His opponent politely tip-toes past him, only for him to be easily overtaken again and this time allowing the complacent hare time to flirt with some bunny girls watching from a wall, generally taking his victory as assured. He even plays himself at baseball and tennis and general…





















