Fast Feet Finish as One
Fast Feet Finish as One — an illustrated stories story. 10 illustrated pages, free to read on Wonder Books.
Page 1
The Painted Desert stretched before Malik and Atlas, a swirl of crimson, ochre, and sapphire sands under a brilliant sky. "Ready to run, Atlas?" Malik asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement. Atlas nodded, adjusting the goggles over his face. "Born ready, Malik! Let's see if we can make it past the shimmering mesa today!"
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As they raced across the dunes, a glint of metal caught Atlas's eye. "What's that?" he asked, stopping abruptly and pointing to a small, intricately carved metal plate half-buried in the sand. Malik skidded to a halt. "Looks like part of an old sand-sled," he said, picking it up and brushing off the sand. "Legend says they were used to cross the desert faster than the wind," Atlas responded, fascinated by the ancient artifact.
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"'The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step,'" Malik said, quoting the ancient philosopher Lao Tzu, as he pocketed the metal plate. "Let's keep going; we can study this later. But first, we have to win!" Atlas grinned, adjusting his goggles. "Right! To the mesa and beyond!" Tendai, a friend who often watched their races, appeared on the ridge. "Don't forget the strategy: Pace yourselves, racers!"
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They ran, their feet pounding against the shifting sands. Soon, a fierce headwind buffeted them. Atlas struggled, his pace slowing. "I can't keep this up, Malik!" he gasped. Malik, though smaller, seemed less affected by the wind. "Remember Tendai's advice! Conserve your energy! Maybe... maybe we can use the wind somehow?"
Page 5
As the wind howled, they noticed strangely shaped rock formations ahead. Carved by the wind over centuries, some resembled sails. "Look!" Atlas exclaimed. "Maybe we can use them to block the wind and get some rest!" Malik frowned. "That will slow us down, and it might be a trap. The wind is coming from the west, and the mesa is to the east."
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"But... what if we're wrong?" Atlas said softly. Malik stared at the mesa. He knew Atlas was right. "Okay, we'll try it your way," Malik said. As they approached the rocks, the wind intensified, blasting sand in their faces. "I can't see!" Atlas cried, stumbling. Malik realized they were in even more trouble.
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Suddenly, Malik remembered the metal plate. "The sand-sled!" he exclaimed. "If it really moved with the wind, maybe it can help us find the right direction!" Atlas stopped coughing and stared at Malik. "But it's just a piece! How could it possibly show us the way?" Malik admitted, "I don't know... but we have to try!"
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Malik held the plate aloft, letting the wind buffet it. The plate spun briefly, then settled, pointing towards a narrow crevice between two rocks. "It's pointing!" Malik shouted. "That crevice must lead to a less windy path!" Atlas still hesitated. "What if it's dangerous?" But Malik was already moving, pulling Atlas along. "Fast feet finish as one, remember?"
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They squeezed through the crevice, emerging onto a sheltered path. The wind was still strong, but manageable. Atlas grinned. "You were right, Malik! The plate showed us the way!" Malik smiled, relief washing over him. "We did it together, Atlas. Teamwork and a bit of old sand-sled magic!"
Page 10
Tendai cheered as Malik and Atlas crossed the finish line together. "You learned to trust each other!" Tendai exclaimed. Atlas looked at Malik. "Sometimes, even the smallest clue, combined with friendship, can guide us forward," he said, grinning. Malik added, "And admitting you're wrong can lead to the right path!"
About this story
- Audience: kids (ages 6–12)