They race:
And One is victorious. He shouts "I won, I won!" And when I chide him for bragging he explains that he has won over his little brother maybe "5 times in the 50" they have raced ... in the past week, since Two shook off his training wheels.
Triumph is sweet, especially when it doesn't come every day.
But Two is still fast:
Especially having left the training wheels behind, next to the dirty laundry.
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