One fine morning,
You are in a horse racing-betting place.
You see a lot of horses, big stallions, made to run, born from the perfect genes, but for some reason, you just can’t bet on them, too high of a price, so you look around and find another horse, not the tallest, not the fastest, first generation of runner on its bloodline, picked up when it was small from the far-far countryside, you see the horse running around, even before the race, the owner of the horse too says, the horse is amazing and quick, never lost a race.
You then think to yourself, this horse may be the chosen one. You bet on it and the race begins, the thick stallions push through, running fast, blazing, and competing, my little horse is barely off the line, the owner says, “just warming up, watch it smoke em up” You clench your heart and the receipt of the bet, the bet amount? [Dignity]
Soon enough, the horse starts taking off its horseshoe and grazing on the cheap grass, where the drunkards piss on Friday nights after losing all their money. You sit there contemplating, the horse runs again, a glimmer of hope, an ounce of dignity still remains… but then, it grazes again. The horse loses, not even at the finish line, you then are handed the final receipt of loss, then as you rethink your decision, your glance over the paper, only for it to reveal the name of the horse, ‘Aergia’
Sad part? It was not even a horse but rather a horse-pony hybrid, bred to appeal to children in a circus.
The question in your mind, why did the owner lie?
You confront the owner who keeps running, you hold him at gunpoint, he then says “Well, I didn’t lie… the horse never lost a race, this was it’s first race after all”
You clench your fist, let go of the receipt and the man, to bet onto better horses. As you walk away, ‘Aergia’ grazes on the cheap grass, where it was you this time, who peed.
