The Crown-Princess:

Yes yes, I know that horses do not behave as in this one-shot.
But hopefully you enjoy it :)

My muscles tightened as I ran up to a farm across the road.
I knew why I came, why they had brought me here.
The sun was high in the sky and let my fur like a fire lit.
I turned onto a paddock and held only after two horses out.
I was nickering loudly, hoping she would hear me.
And then I saw her.

The beautiful mare came right up to me, threw her head in back and whinnied pleased.
And I dashed up to her, hugged my neck to her and enjoyed her soft fur.
"Chrimson Saint." I whispered.
The mare looked at me lovingly.
"I knew you would come, my love. Oh Secretariat, I can not believe that you really are. "
I pushed my hooves into the ground and shook my red mane.
"I'm always at the start."
Chrimson Saint leaned on my shoulder.

"Do you see her?" She asked softly.
My eyes were shining with joy and my heart began to beat violently.
"Where is she?"
The mare nodded her head toward the paddock.
"She plays on the meadow. And she will be glad to know her grandiose father. "
"But how shall I find her?"
Chrimson Saint touched with her soft muzzle my ear.
"She is your beautiful image."

My muscles tensed and I galloped off.
I felt so free as in each of my race, only this race led me only to a princess.
I saw a small figure in the meadow, chestnut.
But it was not a fox.
It was a foal. A red foal with white legs.
My daughter.
The little girl toddled on her long Foal legs in the grass.
I proudly walked over to her.

"Well, my little one? What are you doing? "
The little filly was startled and looked up at me cheekily.
"I am training!"
"And for what you want to train?"
The foal raised her head proudly. "I want to be a famous racehorse. Just like my dad! "
Like mydad, she had said. It made me proud.
"Tell me about your father. And of you. "
"I'm Terlingua! And my dad is the great Secretariat. Undaunted and courageous. He has won the Triple Crown three years ago. The Kentucky Derby, Preakness and the Belmont Stakes race! He won the Belmont Stakes with ... um ... "
"31 lengths?" I added softly.

"Yes, exactly. How do you know? Do you know my dad? "Asked me Terlingua.
I giggled. "I am your dad, my sweet.
My daughter made a huge leap into the air.
"You're Secretariat? You are My Daddy? "
"Exactly. Don't you see how similar we two are? "

Terlingua clung to my legs.
"We have the same red coat. And white legs. "She said shyly.
I licked her her little head.
"And we have a big heart, a lot of talent and enormous zeal."
Terlingua laughed and hopped away.
"The starting gates have opened. And Secretariat immediately drives into the lead!" "
I galloped after her and played the game of my little daughter.
"But here comes Sham on the outside and makes him the leadership dispute."

Terlingua squealed with delight when she saw me coming.
"But Secretariat runs and runs. He hangs from Sham and runs like a tremendous maschine! "
I let her race and pretended like I was completely out of breath.
"And Sham falls back. He can not keep up with Secretariat! "
Terlingua hit a hitch and ran back to me.
I whinnied happily: "And Secretariat wins by 31 lengths!"

My daughter ran in circles around my legs.
"And his charming daughter Terlingua is the best racing mare the world has ever seen." I added.
Terlingua beamed at me. "Do you really think so?"
I touched my nose with her soft fur.

"I know that, my little princess. You are absolutely unique. And I know that you can one day show the world what is really in you. "
The sun was very low in the sky.

I saw my owner Penny call.
"I must go now, Terlingua.," I said sadly.
The chestnut filly threw herself on my front legs.
"Do not go, Daddy," she whimpered.
My heart ached.
"We will meet again someday. I promise you that. Because we are one, you and me. "

With wide eyes Terlingua looked into my eyes.
"And I'll always be proud of you, my little daughter. I think in every race to you that you denies. Prouder can be a father to his child not be like me. "
I pressed one last time and left.
"Farewell, Terlingua. My crown princess. We will never be separated! "

I know that there has never been such a meeting, but it was nice, to imagine a meeting between Secretariat and his daughter.
RIP Secretariat (1970-1989) and Terlingua (1976-2008)