The Race of the Wolves

There once were two wolves named Sam and Seneca. Sam and Seneca did everything together. They would race around the forest, competing against each other constantly. One day Sam was racing as fast as he could to get across the forest before Seneca. He dug his heels into the dirt and was as fast as the speed of lightning. Seneca was not far behind. She was mad that she was behind. She was growling as she ran. But alas, Sam won the race.

The following morning, the two challenged each other to another race. Seneca was not about to let Sam beat her this time. So she got up early and did a practice run. When the time of the race came, she felt fit and ready. A bird in the tree sounded the start of the race and the two were off. They were flying through the forest at dizzying speeds. For the first time, Seneca was outrunning Sam. She was gaining more speed as they raced, and Sam was getting upset.

Up ahead on the trail was a family of quails. The proud parents were taking their little babies out for their first walk. They had no idea of the thunder and pounding just moments away.

As the wolves rounded the bend, Seneca could see the covey of quail. For a split second she chose to ignore them, but she could not. She skidded to a stop just in the nick of time. Sam came close behind her. He did not stop. He saw this as his chance to sail past Seneca. He narrowly missed the last little quail. At the end of the race, Sam questioned Seneca as to why she stopped. She confidently replied, “It’s better to be safe than sorry.”