NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: This is a really really really really really old story I wrote. I don't know how well it's written, because I haven't looked at it since I wrote it. But I'm sure that it is worth putting on this blog. In the future I will have more stories, in fact I already have some written, but I'm gonna see if I can get them published in a fancy magazine or something first.
If I find any other old stuff, I'll post that too. Or if my new stuff gets rejected. Then you can see that as well.
Shpuddabum, a turtle known to a small group of friends as the fastest turtle alive, was currently leading the pack of a small friendly neighborhood race. Although, "Leading the pack" implies that the pack was close behind him. Honestly, it makes more sense to say second place was leading the pack. Shpuddabum was far, far away. It only took a moment for good 'ol Shpudda' to finish the race. He spent more time waiting for the others than he spent racing.
When all the other racers finally did arrive, they were astounded by how ridiculously fast Shpuddabum was. They knew he would win, but it was how fast he was that astounded them, not his seemingly infinite winning streak.
On their way home, they passed a flyer mounted to a post. "The International Awesome Super Race of Trendyness" it said. Below that it stated; "starts in 3 minutes over there!" Nobody questioned how a flyer can tell you how much time is remaining before an event starts, but Shpudddabum's friends told him to enter.
