The Tortoise Who Kept the Ferry Rope
Every single morning, a tortoise named Orrin made his unhurried way down to the bank of the wide brown river. His job was to inspect the ferry rope, which was stretched from one shore to the other and which the ferry used to pull itself across the water. Because Orrin moved so slowly, the other animals considered it a dull job for a dull creature.
"Why not hand it over to a rabbit?" asked a young hare named Cal. "A rabbit could check the whole rope in a minute."
"A rabbit might not look closely enough," said Orrin.
Cal laughed and bounded away. Then, on a windy morning not long afterward, Orrin inched along the rope and discovered a place where the strands were beginning to fray. Most animals would have missed it entirely. Orrin touched each strand, one at a time, with his careful nose.
He rang the ferry bell, and the ferrywoman hurried over. She tied on a new rope before a single passenger had climbed aboard.
That afternoon, the old rope snapped and drifted off down the river. Cal watched it go with wide, frightened eyes. He had been planning to ride the ferry with six of his friends.
"Thank you for being slow," said Cal quietly.
Orrin smiled. "I am not slow," he replied. "I am thorough. Some jobs call for speed, and others call for patience."