Post by blue_dun on Aug 12, 2008 11:04:43 GMT -5
Bryant Breathes Deeply as he hoists himself into the saddle on the powerful back of the one and only Champion Racehorse, Goldarado. Three time winner of the Kentucky Derby, (2007, 8, and 9) two time winner of the Preakness Handicap, (o8, o9) and, hopefully, the winner of the 2oo9 Belmont Stakes, He is a force to be reckoned with. Bryant imagines Goldie becoming the only horse in over 20 years to sweep the triple crown. Oh man, that would be the day. Suddenly, they would find themselves famous, get bombarded by the media, there would be a huge raise in salary, and maybe he could even find a cure for Willowby and be there when she wakes up. Now THAT would be the life.
Suddenly Bryant jumps as a voice enters his thoughts.
"Bryant, Pay Attention!" yells a gruff-looking man.
"Oh Whoops. Sorry Mr. Hunter." replies Bryant. Embarrassed that the stern instructor has caught him daydreaming again.
Mr. Hunter Pulls a gun and fires. BLAM!, the gate pulls open, and the horses break faster than you can say the Zi- in Zing.
"Go Goldie." Bryant encourages as the half ton of muscle under him leaps forward like a speeding bullet, effortlessly, smoothly... and for a moment, Bryant is in heaven on Goldie's back, riding through a forest of angels, and Willowby is riding with him, whispering sweet nothings in his ear...
Much to his displeasure, he snaps out of it and concentrates on the race at hand. Oh wait. Never mind. Goldie has got it in his own hooves. He sweeps past the leader with long strides, power, and speed that would make even his own Father, Man o' War, Proud. as Bryant and Goldie sweep past the starting gate again, 19 lengths in the lead, Goldie truly gives it his all in a burst of speed clocked at 57 Miles per hour. and before Bryant knows it, they are through the gate again, 38 lengths in the lead, and the instructor's eyes are popping out of his head. Bryant smiles his smile he is famous for, and imagines that he has crowds nearly on top of him as he cools goldie down and puts him in his new, 18 Karat gold-plated stall (which is really a convenient, willow-wood stall.)
Yes, that would be the life.
Suddenly Bryant jumps as a voice enters his thoughts.
"Bryant, Pay Attention!" yells a gruff-looking man.
"Oh Whoops. Sorry Mr. Hunter." replies Bryant. Embarrassed that the stern instructor has caught him daydreaming again.
Mr. Hunter Pulls a gun and fires. BLAM!, the gate pulls open, and the horses break faster than you can say the Zi- in Zing.
"Go Goldie." Bryant encourages as the half ton of muscle under him leaps forward like a speeding bullet, effortlessly, smoothly... and for a moment, Bryant is in heaven on Goldie's back, riding through a forest of angels, and Willowby is riding with him, whispering sweet nothings in his ear...
Much to his displeasure, he snaps out of it and concentrates on the race at hand. Oh wait. Never mind. Goldie has got it in his own hooves. He sweeps past the leader with long strides, power, and speed that would make even his own Father, Man o' War, Proud. as Bryant and Goldie sweep past the starting gate again, 19 lengths in the lead, Goldie truly gives it his all in a burst of speed clocked at 57 Miles per hour. and before Bryant knows it, they are through the gate again, 38 lengths in the lead, and the instructor's eyes are popping out of his head. Bryant smiles his smile he is famous for, and imagines that he has crowds nearly on top of him as he cools goldie down and puts him in his new, 18 Karat gold-plated stall (which is really a convenient, willow-wood stall.)
Yes, that would be the life.