I could see the finish.  ‘It won’t be long now.’  My competitors were dust.  Fred turned around, Tony soon followed, Alice went sideways and Rita was dawdling.  This was mine for the taking.

‘Hold on, what’s that?’ I looked left.  Alice was back and she was shifting.  ‘No!  I trained so hard.  You cannot win!’

The giants were shouting and spitting, waving their green paper and pointing.

I pushed with all my might but it wasn’t enough, Alice won.

The giants checked Alice.  She’d been greased.

I knew she couldn’t beat me.  I’m Sheila, the fastest snail in the w