Post by blue_dun on Feb 18, 2009 23:22:29 GMT -5
Bryant sighs as he trots Goldarado out for their first Dressage lesson. He meets the instructor, a man named Zachary Brammer, with a smile and rides into his position in line. "Ok class, lets start this lesson. Let's welcome our new horse and rider pair, Triple Crown winner Goldarado and his jockey Bryant McCesar." The class murmurs in awe among themselves, and the lesson begins. "Today we will review the simpler moves for Bryant here, and then launch into the routine we have been working on for a while now. Bri, don't fret over not knowing the other moves. Just do your best to stay with us."
"Yes, Sir," Bryant answers, and thinks to himself, "Stay with the group, stay with the group..." and to Bryant's surprise, he is a natural. (Or is Goldie a natural?) By the end of the day, the pair has got the segment almost memorized.
When the pair returns to 303 Chestnut Hill road by the end of the day, all worn out from their new escapade, Bri puts Goldarado in the box to sleep but cannot sleep himself in wonderment. "Why in the world is Goldarado so good at Dressage?" Bryant wonders as he lays in bed. Then he remembers that he still has a copy of Goldarado's birth certificate. He could find the original owner and do a little digging into the internet's plentiful resources. He decides to start the research tomorrow.
The first thing Bryant does when he gets up the next morning is shower and get ready for another day, as normal, but instead of taking his time, today he hurries REALLY fast, the reason being that he is excited to start digging. He is so excited, that instead of cooking breakfast himself, he runs to McDonald's to get breakfast platters and orange juice. Now THAT is something you don't see Bryant do very often!
Mission accomplished, Bri plops down at the computer to start googling. First, he types in Goldarado's first owner's name. The first results that pop up on the screen are fruitless, but the third result strikes paydirt. It's the guy's website! "YES!!!!" Bryant screams inwardly, "Thank heaven for the internet!" Scanning the page for an address, wether house or e-mail, or for a contact button, he notices that no mention of Goldarado's parents, Ruffian and Man O' War, is included in any of the articles posted on the site. When he finally finds the contact button, a window pops up, in which Bryant types,
"Dear Sir,
Good day, My name is Bryant Drew McCesar, and I believe I have a horse that was once yours. His birth certificate states that he was yours on the date of his birth, and you sold him soon thereafter. His full name is Goldarado Realm Jones, as stated on his birth certificate as well as his registration papers. The horse in question is a beautiful Golden Palomino, and is the son of famous racers Ruffian and Man O'War. Also, he is lovingly referred to as Goldie. As you probably know already, he is this year's Kentucky Derby, Preakness Stakes, and Belmont Futurity winner, which also makes him the first Triple Crown winner in many years. Please write back acknowledging that you are the original owner of Goldarado Jones.
Thank You,
Bryant Drew McCesar."
P.S. My email address is BriCman@ChestnutHill.com.
Pleased with his letter, Bryant sends it and logs on to his favorite horse RPG game to wait for a response.
Disappointed, Bryant logs off Chestnut Hill. He has not heard one ding out of his inbox so far since he sent the mail. An extra check confirms that it is empty. but he snaps out of it by thinking, "Well, he could be doing research or is busy. It takes a lot of work to be the best of the best in Kentucky Racing."
When he checks back later that day after that day's dressage lesson, there is a message from the breeder-
Dear Mr. McCesar,
In response to your e-mail, yes, I can confirm that I once owned the dam Ruffian, and bred her to the stallion Man O' War several times, but the breeding was unsuccessful, the reason being that the conception failed every time. Some farm hands and I sold her at market when we found that her legs were not sound. I have no idea why my signature is on the birth certificate and I am credited as the original owner of this horse. Would you please send a copy of the certificate to the address on my signature, if convenient, or if that is not possible, fax the copy over to me by the phone number also listed? Maybe there is a way to sort out this mystery. Oh yeah, congratulations on winning the Triple Crown.
Sincerely,
Trotter Stridenhoff."
In reading the letter, Bryant becomes confused. "He didn't own Goldarado when he was born, but once owned Ruffian and bred her to Man O' War? Now this is weird. I'll send the copy through the mail, and see if this can't be solved." So he does, and sends a letter along with it-
Dear Mr. Stridenhoff,
Here is the copy you wanted. I hope that this can be all sorted out soon.
Sincerely, Bryant McCesar.
P.S. Would you have any Idea why Goldarado is good at dressage also?
The letter back states:
"Hello again Mr. McCesar,
The signature on the birth certificate is not mine. I have talked to the vet in charge of the birth, and he said the only golden palomino stallion he foaled in his life he foaled on a certain Jesse Cabbot's ranch. You might want to send a letter to him. Maybe it will produce better results. Mail me when you've sorted this all out. I would be pleased to hear the story.
Sincerely,
Trotter Stridenhoff.
P.S. Why is Goldarado so good at dressage, You ask? Well, it is to my knowledge that at least one side of both Man O' War and Ruffian's parentage were dressage champions, and if this is in fact an inaccuracy, maybe Goldie is just in the right hands."
Bryant leans back in his chair and takes a deep breath. "Dressage champions, huh? Well, I'll mail Jesse and see if I can get a hold of him." Once again, Google comes in handy, and again Bryant waits for a response.
~~~Yet another few days later...
~~~
Bryant is once again playing Chestnut Hill when a letter Zips into his mailbox.
"Dear Bryant:
Goldarado? Yeah, I foaled him. Skinny, gangly thing. I sold him to your parents after he was weaned. No way I was keeping him. His mom was worthless too. I owned her for a month or so, and then the vet visits one day and says just out of the blue that she's pregnant. Mr. Whatevers-his-name probably knew and didn't tell me. The first race she ever ran she broke her ankle and had to be euthanized. I was so ashamed that I even bought the mare that I had the birth certificate forged. Thats all I will tell you. NOW DONT BOTHER ME ANYMORE!!! Thanks.
Jesse Cabbot."
"How rude!" Elisha exclaims, startling Bryant. "He probably doesn't know anything about horses at all- he just hires people to take care of the poor animals and keeps the profits to himself. Im so glad your parents bought Goldie for you!"
"Yeah Willowby. That's probably right. Well, at least we got his original owner verified- and why he's so good at dressage."
"Yes, Sir," Bryant answers, and thinks to himself, "Stay with the group, stay with the group..." and to Bryant's surprise, he is a natural. (Or is Goldie a natural?) By the end of the day, the pair has got the segment almost memorized.
When the pair returns to 303 Chestnut Hill road by the end of the day, all worn out from their new escapade, Bri puts Goldarado in the box to sleep but cannot sleep himself in wonderment. "Why in the world is Goldarado so good at Dressage?" Bryant wonders as he lays in bed. Then he remembers that he still has a copy of Goldarado's birth certificate. He could find the original owner and do a little digging into the internet's plentiful resources. He decides to start the research tomorrow.
The first thing Bryant does when he gets up the next morning is shower and get ready for another day, as normal, but instead of taking his time, today he hurries REALLY fast, the reason being that he is excited to start digging. He is so excited, that instead of cooking breakfast himself, he runs to McDonald's to get breakfast platters and orange juice. Now THAT is something you don't see Bryant do very often!
Mission accomplished, Bri plops down at the computer to start googling. First, he types in Goldarado's first owner's name. The first results that pop up on the screen are fruitless, but the third result strikes paydirt. It's the guy's website! "YES!!!!" Bryant screams inwardly, "Thank heaven for the internet!" Scanning the page for an address, wether house or e-mail, or for a contact button, he notices that no mention of Goldarado's parents, Ruffian and Man O' War, is included in any of the articles posted on the site. When he finally finds the contact button, a window pops up, in which Bryant types,
"Dear Sir,
Good day, My name is Bryant Drew McCesar, and I believe I have a horse that was once yours. His birth certificate states that he was yours on the date of his birth, and you sold him soon thereafter. His full name is Goldarado Realm Jones, as stated on his birth certificate as well as his registration papers. The horse in question is a beautiful Golden Palomino, and is the son of famous racers Ruffian and Man O'War. Also, he is lovingly referred to as Goldie. As you probably know already, he is this year's Kentucky Derby, Preakness Stakes, and Belmont Futurity winner, which also makes him the first Triple Crown winner in many years. Please write back acknowledging that you are the original owner of Goldarado Jones.
Thank You,
Bryant Drew McCesar."
P.S. My email address is BriCman@ChestnutHill.com.
Pleased with his letter, Bryant sends it and logs on to his favorite horse RPG game to wait for a response.
(= ~Five days later~ =)
Disappointed, Bryant logs off Chestnut Hill. He has not heard one ding out of his inbox so far since he sent the mail. An extra check confirms that it is empty. but he snaps out of it by thinking, "Well, he could be doing research or is busy. It takes a lot of work to be the best of the best in Kentucky Racing."
When he checks back later that day after that day's dressage lesson, there is a message from the breeder-
Dear Mr. McCesar,
In response to your e-mail, yes, I can confirm that I once owned the dam Ruffian, and bred her to the stallion Man O' War several times, but the breeding was unsuccessful, the reason being that the conception failed every time. Some farm hands and I sold her at market when we found that her legs were not sound. I have no idea why my signature is on the birth certificate and I am credited as the original owner of this horse. Would you please send a copy of the certificate to the address on my signature, if convenient, or if that is not possible, fax the copy over to me by the phone number also listed? Maybe there is a way to sort out this mystery. Oh yeah, congratulations on winning the Triple Crown.
Sincerely,
Trotter Stridenhoff."
In reading the letter, Bryant becomes confused. "He didn't own Goldarado when he was born, but once owned Ruffian and bred her to Man O' War? Now this is weird. I'll send the copy through the mail, and see if this can't be solved." So he does, and sends a letter along with it-
Dear Mr. Stridenhoff,
Here is the copy you wanted. I hope that this can be all sorted out soon.
Sincerely, Bryant McCesar.
P.S. Would you have any Idea why Goldarado is good at dressage also?
The letter back states:
"Hello again Mr. McCesar,
The signature on the birth certificate is not mine. I have talked to the vet in charge of the birth, and he said the only golden palomino stallion he foaled in his life he foaled on a certain Jesse Cabbot's ranch. You might want to send a letter to him. Maybe it will produce better results. Mail me when you've sorted this all out. I would be pleased to hear the story.
Sincerely,
Trotter Stridenhoff.
P.S. Why is Goldarado so good at dressage, You ask? Well, it is to my knowledge that at least one side of both Man O' War and Ruffian's parentage were dressage champions, and if this is in fact an inaccuracy, maybe Goldie is just in the right hands."
Bryant leans back in his chair and takes a deep breath. "Dressage champions, huh? Well, I'll mail Jesse and see if I can get a hold of him." Once again, Google comes in handy, and again Bryant waits for a response.
~~~Yet another few days later...
~~~ Bryant is once again playing Chestnut Hill when a letter Zips into his mailbox.
"Dear Bryant:
Goldarado? Yeah, I foaled him. Skinny, gangly thing. I sold him to your parents after he was weaned. No way I was keeping him. His mom was worthless too. I owned her for a month or so, and then the vet visits one day and says just out of the blue that she's pregnant. Mr. Whatevers-his-name probably knew and didn't tell me. The first race she ever ran she broke her ankle and had to be euthanized. I was so ashamed that I even bought the mare that I had the birth certificate forged. Thats all I will tell you. NOW DONT BOTHER ME ANYMORE!!! Thanks.
Jesse Cabbot."
"How rude!" Elisha exclaims, startling Bryant. "He probably doesn't know anything about horses at all- he just hires people to take care of the poor animals and keeps the profits to himself. Im so glad your parents bought Goldie for you!"
"Yeah Willowby. That's probably right. Well, at least we got his original owner verified- and why he's so good at dressage."