His name is: Vodka. He loves Limeade and Blonde ladies, Vodka was born to be a race horse, he is as black as coal and ever bit Stallion. His eyes are dark as the night and every inch of him says danger, but we can’t get him out of the stables. If we do get him to the starting gate, he won’t leave it. They have to move the gate and use a fork lift to pick him up and get him back to the barn. He loves to ride on the fork lift and smiles and shows his teeth while riding on it.
One day a beautiful dark haired lady came to see him. He stool up so tall with his front legs high in the air. He was so excited that he made trumpet sounds that echoed throughout the stables. They were louder and better than a Lion’s Roar. The lady had on a black tight fitting dress with long black gloves and was holding a cigarette holder almost sixteen inches long, with a cigarette burning in it. Could it have been the cigarette that made Vodka so nervous.
She spoke in Russian, so slow and softly, one would hang on to every syllable spoken. As she spoke, Vodka became calm and his eyes grew smaller, but his ears were standing straight up. He seemed to understand everything she said, and you had to avoid his tail as it was like a wielding sword. No one really knew where Vodka came from, it was thought that Indians had trapped him with a heard of wild horses, but he had gotten away. Although some where in his life he had been trained. And he would stand straight and tall, like a statue, when he heard opera being played. Yes, this horse was a Prince and he would be sure that you knew it.
When the lady pulled her Veil down over her face, as she turned to leave, The horse dropped his head down low and extended a front leg as if he were bowing to her. The following day as the horses were being lead to the starting gate, Vodka was rearing to go. He was first to get to the starting gate, without being led, he entered the gate by himself and you could tell he was ready to run. The bell sounded and the gates opened and Vodka was ahead by two lengths before his hoofs touched the ground.
Half way around the track, he was out of sight of the other horses and by the time they crossed the finish line, Vodka was standing in the winners circle. Waiting for the flower presentation. he stood so high, the jockey would need a ladder to get down to the ground. With the jockey safe on the ground and the wreath of flowers around his neck, Vodka trotted out on to the track, and out in front of the spectators, pranced around for a few minutes and then off to his stall, at the stable. The lady in black, was there, waiting for him, she placed her arm over his neck and spoke to him, then they both disappeared with a flash of light, Now this story has no end as yet, my brain is wandering and I need food before I can continue. What did you expect, after all, it is only a Fairy tale.
By; Ben R.
One day a beautiful dark haired lady came to see him. He stool up so tall with his front legs high in the air. He was so excited that he made trumpet sounds that echoed throughout the stables. They were louder and better than a Lion’s Roar. The lady had on a black tight fitting dress with long black gloves and was holding a cigarette holder almost sixteen inches long, with a cigarette burning in it. Could it have been the cigarette that made Vodka so nervous.
She spoke in Russian, so slow and softly, one would hang on to every syllable spoken. As she spoke, Vodka became calm and his eyes grew smaller, but his ears were standing straight up. He seemed to understand everything she said, and you had to avoid his tail as it was like a wielding sword. No one really knew where Vodka came from, it was thought that Indians had trapped him with a heard of wild horses, but he had gotten away. Although some where in his life he had been trained. And he would stand straight and tall, like a statue, when he heard opera being played. Yes, this horse was a Prince and he would be sure that you knew it.
When the lady pulled her Veil down over her face, as she turned to leave, The horse dropped his head down low and extended a front leg as if he were bowing to her. The following day as the horses were being lead to the starting gate, Vodka was rearing to go. He was first to get to the starting gate, without being led, he entered the gate by himself and you could tell he was ready to run. The bell sounded and the gates opened and Vodka was ahead by two lengths before his hoofs touched the ground.
Half way around the track, he was out of sight of the other horses and by the time they crossed the finish line, Vodka was standing in the winners circle. Waiting for the flower presentation. he stood so high, the jockey would need a ladder to get down to the ground. With the jockey safe on the ground and the wreath of flowers around his neck, Vodka trotted out on to the track, and out in front of the spectators, pranced around for a few minutes and then off to his stall, at the stable. The lady in black, was there, waiting for him, she placed her arm over his neck and spoke to him, then they both disappeared with a flash of light, Now this story has no end as yet, my brain is wandering and I need food before I can continue. What did you expect, after all, it is only a Fairy tale.
By; Ben R.
11/23/2010
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