| Subject: The grey sensed this race was different... |
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Lady's Bid
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Date Posted: 14:29:50 04/17/01 Tue
In reply to:
Allie
's message, "They trot onto the track..." on 06:26:32 04/17/01 Tue
This race was against time itself. The filly stretched her stride and moved with the wind. She snorted, determined to win this match. She gave it her all as Allie let the reins out a bit. The grey pumped down the backstrech coming into her final turn.
The filly gave her heart and soul into this race and was going full throtal. She felt Allie's hands urging her onwards and found another "gear." She moved faster, the stride easy yet long and tiring. Finally they crossed the wire, the filly breathing hard and a thick layer of sweat covered her body. Allie slowed her to a walk, her brother's screaming with joy. The filly snorted and tried to back away, understanding that she must have won against the relentless time..
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