It's been 3 days since Christian is at home. He can finally walk,

"1.. 2.. 3 Go!" He shouted as we both started running; starting the race from the main Gate to the Entrance of the hall.

He was exuberant because he can walk again.

But in the race, I, of course, being faster wins the race. I began to cheer in joy.

"Damn.. you're fast," he said. I put my hand on my waist proudly.

"I know, turtle."

"Well, don't forget about the race of the rabbit and the ...