"And #14, Lilly Lubber, wins!" announcer Herald Hoppington's voice boomed around the arena. I, Lilly Lubber, champion, shook my blood-red wings in a tpye of victory dance. I had trained long and hard for this day, when the annual Grasshopper Hopping Rac etook place. I looked around the stadium and spotted my mother Libby, my father Larry, and my twin sisters Lila and Leia proudly waving their black-tipped antennas at me. The mayor of Grassville, Charlie Chewer, presented me with a basket of lettuce leaves. I leaped out of the arena with the basket nestled between my wings. I couldn't believe it! I had won! I was starting to daydream about eating my leaves when my family hopped up to me.
"I can't believe -" started Leia.
"-that you are the champion!" Lila finished. It was a new thing that my younger sisters enjoyed. One of them would start a sentence, then the other would finish it.
"Good job, honey," Mom congratulated me.
"I knew you could do it," Dad smiled.
That night, we had carrots as a victory dinner at Darcy's Diner, then flew home to our log. As I snuggled into my bed of ferns, I smiled contentedly to myself. I had won the Race, and I was proud of it.
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