The Sloth Who Raced the Rain
Sully the sloth lived high in a rainforest tree. One day he wanted to visit his cousin on the next tree over. It was a short trip, but Sully was slow.
"Storm clouds are coming," said a parrot. "You should hurry."
"I can't hurry," said Sully. "I only know how to go slowly."
He reached for the first branch, and then he reached for the next. A drop of rain landed on his nose, and then another one landed on his back.
The parrot flapped overhead. "Rush! Rush!"
But Sully kept to his own pace. He did not slip, and he did not stop, because his long claws held tight to each branch.
Soon the rain poured down. Sully was nearly there. The big leaves overhead made a roof, and he crept beneath them, one slow step at a time.
At last he reached his cousin's tree. He was a little wet, but he was safe.
The parrot, who had flown off in a panic, got soaked to the feathers. "How did you beat me?" she asked.
"I never rushed," said Sully.