Chapter 1: The Newspaper
The Black Is Back
The Black renowned for being one of the
most famous stallions in racing history
has been entered in the Arc de Trimophe
French Marathon Race and will compete
against Moscow Flyer the best thoroughbred
in France. The two will meet in two weeks
time for the Classic and is supposed to attract
a crowd of a magnificent 60,000 people. The
Black looks set to take the favourite spot in the
£250, 000 big money race.
Alec looked up from the newspaper and let out a long low whistle. 'Well what do you think about that then Henry', Alec Ramsey inquired. Passing the paper to his Friend, Henry skimmed the page looked up and answered, 'I think that they are pushing our luck Moscow Flyer is a fine animal with plenty of breeding, he has only ever lost one race and that was do to shear bad luck.'
Alec backed down knowing that the old mans knowledge was far greater than his. Also if he argued Henry would become irritable. Alec knew that the Black had also only lost one race and that was because of him.
The plane jolted, bringing Alec back to reality . They had hit turbulence less than half an hour ago and it was making him queasy.
The Black stood alert in his stall. Eyes and ears twitching at even the slightest sight or sound. Nostrils flared like humming birds wings they picked up every smell. From the planes petrol to the straw beneath his feet. He was the picture of health.
The Blacks career had been on a mellow recently. It had been one problem after the other. First the Black had fallen ill with a virus. By the time he was better the races had thinned out for the winter. Then four days into the new season Alec had been bucked from his horse highly sprung. He managed to get away with a few cracked ribs, a broken arm and most importantly hurt pride.
The Black Is Back
The Black renowned for being one of the
most famous stallions in racing history
has been entered in the Arc de Trimophe
French Marathon Race and will compete
against Moscow Flyer the best thoroughbred
in France. The two will meet in two weeks
time for the Classic and is supposed to attract
a crowd of a magnificent 60,000 people. The
Black looks set to take the favourite spot in the
£250, 000 big money race.
Alec looked up from the newspaper and let out a long low whistle. 'Well what do you think about that then Henry', Alec Ramsey inquired. Passing the paper to his Friend, Henry skimmed the page looked up and answered, 'I think that they are pushing our luck Moscow Flyer is a fine animal with plenty of breeding, he has only ever lost one race and that was do to shear bad luck.'
Alec backed down knowing that the old mans knowledge was far greater than his. Also if he argued Henry would become irritable. Alec knew that the Black had also only lost one race and that was because of him.
The plane jolted, bringing Alec back to reality . They had hit turbulence less than half an hour ago and it was making him queasy.
The Black stood alert in his stall. Eyes and ears twitching at even the slightest sight or sound. Nostrils flared like humming birds wings they picked up every smell. From the planes petrol to the straw beneath his feet. He was the picture of health.
The Blacks career had been on a mellow recently. It had been one problem after the other. First the Black had fallen ill with a virus. By the time he was better the races had thinned out for the winter. Then four days into the new season Alec had been bucked from his horse highly sprung. He managed to get away with a few cracked ribs, a broken arm and most importantly hurt pride.
