In a sunny meadow lived Sammy the centipede and Molly the millipede. They were best friends, except when they argued.
“I’ve got a hundred legs, so I must be the fastest!” Sammy boasted.
Molly puffed out her chest. “Oh, please! I’ve got way more legs than you. I’m unbeatable!”
The ants giggled, the crickets chirped, and soon the whole meadow gathered to watch them settle it with a race.
Ready, Set… Tangle!
At the starting line, the grasshopper referee shouted, “On your marks, get set… GO!”
Sammy zoomed forward, legs whirring like tiny wheels. Molly rolled into a ball and zipped downhill. But halfway through, Sammy’s legs tangled into a knot, and he tumbled headfirst into a daisy bush.
Meanwhile, Molly got dizzy rolling and landed upside down in a puddle. SPLASH!
The crowd roared with laughter. “Best race ever!” the beetles cheered.
Obstacles Everywhere
The race continued with silly obstacles. Sammy leapt over a pebble but tripped on a stick, doing somersaults. Molly tried to climb a log but slid down like a wiggly noodle.
At one point, they both got stuck at the same time; Sammy tangled in a patch of sticky sap, Molly wedged between two mushrooms.
“Need a hand?” Molly giggled.
“Or maybe a hundred,” Sammy groaned.
Working together, they wriggled free, laughing so hard they forgot they were supposed to be racing.
The Funniest Finish Line
At last, the finish line came into view. The crowd cheered wildly. But instead of sprinting, Sammy and Molly crossed it together, side by side, giggling.
“Who won?” shouted the ants.
“Doesn’t matter,” Sammy said, panting.
“Because racing is funnier when you’ve got a friend,” Molly added.
The meadow erupted in applause. The grasshopper referee awarded them a big golden leaf that read: Best Teamwork Ever.
From that day on, Sammy and Molly still argued sometimes, but mostly about who told the silliest jokes. And when they raced, they always ran together.
The End !
