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"Horse loose in the barn!"
A groom's voice echoed throughout the aisles as the excited clatter of shod hooves danced about the pavement. Other horses neighed in protest at the filly who paraded around the halls as free as can be. Fortunately before the filly could make her escape, trainer John Murchison pulled the barn doors closed on one end whilst Andy Hobbs closed the other. The dark filly skidded to a halt with a squeal before one of the grooms got a grip on her untethered lead. "Okay. Who is this horse? I've never seen her before." The trainer asked, not even moderately concerned with how the filly got loose in the first place.
Like usual, it was the stableowner, Kim who came out of Sylvanite's stall. "Dark Maiden, she's from Firestone." The owner spoke as though this should've been common knowledge. While Andy stifled a chuckle John could only curse under his breath. "I remember a time when we used to all consult before any purchase decisions were made. This is the second Firestone horse this year, is this going to become a trend? This is the eleventh horse to date and we seriously can't take on anymore, we've got yearlings to add to the roster next year." John scolded sternly as the filly pulled on her lead whilst the groom tried to tie her lead more securely to her stall. John couldn't help but notice, "Oh no, we do not need another Escape Artist, he's enough trouble as is." But a thought came to mind that the trainer kept to himself. The way Andy and Kim were looking at him settled th deal, "Fine. You've already paid for her, show me what she can do. And Andy, quit you're snickering because you're gonna be the filly's jockey." Yet another horse to be thrown onto Andy's plate, the laughter quickly left him.
On the dawn of the next day the dark filly had been saddled up and handed off to Andy, who was given a leg up by John. "She's kind of an ugly thing isn't she? Looks a bit like a mule." John studied the filly for a moment taking note of her short stature before looking over a paper that listed her race record. "She's a sprinter, prefers the dirt and I think she runs about the same distance as Escape Artist. Maybe we've found a potential match for him when he retires." Kim suggested as she watched Andy trot the filly off towards the track. "I've already seen all the breeding plans you've made already. I've got yearlings coming outta my ears and weanlings outta my ass, I'll be damned if a champion isn't in one of these crops." Kim could only shrug and direct the trainer's attention to the filly who had just broke from the gate.
The filly was small, but nimble and quick on her feet. "From her record, she likes undercards, even after all this time. I see she's gotten the occasional HOTY win in the seasonal cups, but at this point I wouldn't force her beyond that. You've brought me two fillies who only have about a year on the track left, I guess I can't be that mad at you." John had a funny way of apologizing, but whenever he did apologize, you're better to take it or leave it as is.
The dark filly hustled down the track with a certain kind of vigor as though she was happy about what she did. But by the way she sped through the seven furlongs it was clear that she would barely hold a candle to a true miler. "I'd keep her away from 8 furlongs. She's having a field day running in the dirt at 7 furlongs and Andy can't get her to slow up." The trainer mused to himself as the filly stretched out her legs into the homestretch and whipped herself up into a speeding frenzy. She was feisty on the track and relied on her speed, as long as she had an opening she'd gladly take it and try to run for home. Once the filly crossed over the seven furlong mark her jockey was finally able to pull her up albeit slightly which resulted in her cantering a bit wildly as she tossed up her head raring for another go even though her coat had begun to dampen with sweat.
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ft. Dark Maiden
"Horse loose in the barn!"
A groom's voice echoed throughout the aisles as the excited clatter of shod hooves danced about the pavement. Other horses neighed in protest at the filly who paraded around the halls as free as can be. Fortunately before the filly could make her escape, trainer John Murchison pulled the barn doors closed on one end whilst Andy Hobbs closed the other. The dark filly skidded to a halt with a squeal before one of the grooms got a grip on her untethered lead. "Okay. Who is this horse? I've never seen her before." The trainer asked, not even moderately concerned with how the filly got loose in the first place.
Like usual, it was the stableowner, Kim who came out of Sylvanite's stall. "Dark Maiden, she's from Firestone." The owner spoke as though this should've been common knowledge. While Andy stifled a chuckle John could only curse under his breath. "I remember a time when we used to all consult before any purchase decisions were made. This is the second Firestone horse this year, is this going to become a trend? This is the eleventh horse to date and we seriously can't take on anymore, we've got yearlings to add to the roster next year." John scolded sternly as the filly pulled on her lead whilst the groom tried to tie her lead more securely to her stall. John couldn't help but notice, "Oh no, we do not need another Escape Artist, he's enough trouble as is." But a thought came to mind that the trainer kept to himself. The way Andy and Kim were looking at him settled th deal, "Fine. You've already paid for her, show me what she can do. And Andy, quit you're snickering because you're gonna be the filly's jockey." Yet another horse to be thrown onto Andy's plate, the laughter quickly left him.
On the dawn of the next day the dark filly had been saddled up and handed off to Andy, who was given a leg up by John. "She's kind of an ugly thing isn't she? Looks a bit like a mule." John studied the filly for a moment taking note of her short stature before looking over a paper that listed her race record. "She's a sprinter, prefers the dirt and I think she runs about the same distance as Escape Artist. Maybe we've found a potential match for him when he retires." Kim suggested as she watched Andy trot the filly off towards the track. "I've already seen all the breeding plans you've made already. I've got yearlings coming outta my ears and weanlings outta my ass, I'll be damned if a champion isn't in one of these crops." Kim could only shrug and direct the trainer's attention to the filly who had just broke from the gate.
The filly was small, but nimble and quick on her feet. "From her record, she likes undercards, even after all this time. I see she's gotten the occasional HOTY win in the seasonal cups, but at this point I wouldn't force her beyond that. You've brought me two fillies who only have about a year on the track left, I guess I can't be that mad at you." John had a funny way of apologizing, but whenever he did apologize, you're better to take it or leave it as is.
The dark filly hustled down the track with a certain kind of vigor as though she was happy about what she did. But by the way she sped through the seven furlongs it was clear that she would barely hold a candle to a true miler. "I'd keep her away from 8 furlongs. She's having a field day running in the dirt at 7 furlongs and Andy can't get her to slow up." The trainer mused to himself as the filly stretched out her legs into the homestretch and whipped herself up into a speeding frenzy. She was feisty on the track and relied on her speed, as long as she had an opening she'd gladly take it and try to run for home. Once the filly crossed over the seven furlong mark her jockey was finally able to pull her up albeit slightly which resulted in her cantering a bit wildly as she tossed up her head raring for another go even though her coat had begun to dampen with sweat.
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