100 word challenge, The sloth race
They were all lined up, ready in there first position, waiting to hear the horn ring. 3, 2, 1 he shouted, the race had begun.
It was now three against three, you could see there tired faces and determination to win but really its so slow I was beginning to get tired.
The moon shaped a golden covered crescent. It was getting darker and darker but the race wasn’t getting any faster, the gathered crowd turned to a local family and me, they were only half way through and it had already been an hour and didn’t know whether I could wait anymore.