We're all dying to tell our stories. We're either crazy proud, or crazy shocked, depending on the day of the week, the humidity level, the wind velocity, and the protein quantities of the hay we are feeding this week, of our Thoroughbreds. Sometimes they spook at butterflies, sometimes they charge through a ditch and through an in-and-out so quickly that our trainers faint and have to be revived at the hospital.
Either way, we find a reason to give them a carrot, or a Dorito, or a gourmet horse cookie wrapped in plastic with a ribbon tied around it, and a big hug.
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