I couldn't understand the name for one, and two, why in the world have these two came to America?
The reporters shook their heads. Some like they understood the Mumbo Jumbo the man spoke, and then some shrugged not sure what he said.
"Wait, sir!" A man with a camera asked, "Is this horse sired by the famous American Pharaoh?" Hanging their microphone closer so the man so he could answer the question.
"Yes, my horse is here now and ready to WIN THE BELMONT!" The Arabian man shouts and everyone cheered.
Gee, wasn't anybody on me and Sure Fire Winner's side?...
That night when I came home, I sat on the couch thinking hard as Peter walked by. "Oh Peter, wait!" I shout.
"Uhm, yes?" He said.
"Well, can you call the vet and make sure, Sure Fire Winner's in tip top shape, and would you mind staying at the Belmont stables tonight? I don't trust the other racers, they would be more than happy to make my horse get colic."
Peter shook his head and got on the phone. It was time for bed but gee, I couldn't sleep. I was ready for the race, Sure Fire Winner was at the Belmont stables so I couldn't go spend time with him.
I was bored. I went out to my stables and looked over the stalls. All the horses was standing and some laying in a deep sleep, that’s something I should be doing probably but I was too nervous.
THE NEXT DAY, THE BELMONT
They saddled up Sure Fire Winner as I walked around the bleachers nervously. Crowds of people swarmed in by the dozens, cameras and microphones were everywhere. People talking and crazy nonsense, horses being saddled and soon the man yelled, "Riders up!"
I knew right then and there it was no joke. He was or wasn't going to be the triple-crown winner right now, so I rushed over to the V.I.P seats and sat down with all the famous racehorse owners.
The horses walked out on the track, I knew it was time for the race. I tapped my foot with the sound of people cheering. Out walked Sure Fire Winner and then Oh Bop, and then behind him, Bill.
They walked to the starting gates. Sure Fire Winner throws his head a bit shy from the starting gates. I flinched with the bang he made.
"AND THEY'RE OFF!" The man yelled. I closed my eyes and went to a far away place, the only thing I could see was my horse and me in the clouds. Before I knew it, they where around the first turn... that time I had my eyes open, thank goodness...
Oh Bop challenged my boy for the lead. I was surprised that Bill wasn't fighting the two for the lead, but instead he was lagging behind. I was pleased in such a way.
"He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it!" The man yelled. My heart stopped. I was so afraid at that part I couldn't see straight. Then, at the very last minute, a beautiful red sorrel stallion crossed the finish line. I was in shock. It was over! And MY HORSE ran the triple crown and WON, I couldn't believe it!!!
Thank you for staying tuned with my story. I’m gonna probably write more, but first please comment and tell me if the last part is as good as the whole story.
Feb 02, 2017 Rating
Part Six by: Aspen
I was so mad. That man would go that far to call my horse a mix breed. I could have spit on the floor, but didn't. I was trying to act like the better person.
I went home, and watched Peter walk Sure Fire Winner doing his evening rounds. He was beautiful and the sunset setting on his back was amazing. He looked happy and I knew, I knew deep down inside, he was ready to win the Belmont.
THREE DAYS LATER, ONE DAY TIL THE BELMONT
Tomorrow was the Belmont, the big day. It was live or die right now, right here and my horse had to do everything.
I walk out to the stables. He was already moved into the Belmont stables. Cameras and men with guns stood outside the stable doors.
"Hey boy," I rub his ears with a smile. He was nothing like Fever, I'll say it again but it was him that I liked. He was himself and different... unique... and that's what made Sure Fire Winner a winner.
"Can you believe it?" I ask him.
Everyone probably thought I was crazy, I was talking to a 1,001 pound animal that couldn't answer back. But he could, I could totally understand what he's wanting. Back to the story...
Sure Fire Winner whinnied happily. As I look down to his feeder, picking up some hay, I suddenly hear an engine and commotion. Reporters and cameras and whatever comes after that were all circled around this semi with a horse trailer.
Out walked this huge, black stallion. He was magnificent, a beautiful coat he had. His hair was short and straight. I had to go see. Trying to get through the crowd of people was like trying to grab the last bridle in a tack store but I managed.
The owner was dark-skinned and I knew right away they were Arabians from heart.
"Sir... Sir!" A reporter yells with his microphone in front of the black horse's owner, "Can you tell us the name of your horse?"
The man smiles proudly. "His name is بيل (Bill)."
Fright hit me like lightning...
Feb 01, 2017 Rating
Part Five by: Aspen
I knew it wasn't true and it was so rude of him to trick someone who wants to play fair. Me and Sure Fire Winner aren't cheaters... never have and never will be. It just frost my cookies. The man left my yard.
I was pleasantly happy. I knew Sure Fire Winner needed work on a lot of things. His stride's a little rough. His jockey needs to work on things too like maybe how to pick up his sock on the floor. That's about it.
MANY DAYS LATER
About 4 days from the Belmont, it was getting scary close, but Sure Fire Winner was as calm as could be.
So that day, I thought I would go down since I was invited to the Press Panel. Oh, so many cameras and nonsense! Someone, anybody was just trying to get me to spill the beans on what our secret is with Sure Fire Winner, and right there sat the devil. I swear the man who owns Oh Bop was, he had red eyes and so did his horse.
"Sir.. Sir," someone asked.
"Is Oh Bop ready to win the Belmont?"
The man nodded. "Well, yes, why wouldn't he be? The big deal is, will that, oh what do you call it, mix breed of a horse get out of my horse's way?" Oh Bop's owner stomps his foot.
"M-mix breed?" I spoke up. "Excuse me?... he's a pure thoroughbred stallion. Mix breed?" I laugh.
I was shocked that he would go that far. Number one, they wouldn't let me enter a mix breed. And number two, well if there was a number two I would totally tell.
"And you Mrs., is there any chance your horse will be the triple crown winner? Any chance?" The one reporter asked snapping pictures.
I shake my head. "Of course, there's a chance!" I smirk.
The reporter wrote it down.
"And you sir... do you have any replies?"
Oh Bop's owner shook his head with a smile. "Keep telling yourself that, and maybe... just maybe, it'll come true." He stands up leaving with the crowd of people.
Sorry guys, it took so long to get the fifth part on here. Sorry to keep everyone waiting but no more. I'll continue the story till the end! *Smiles* Feel free to comment!
Dec 09, 2016 Rating
Cool Story by: hoofbeats10
THAT IS AWESOME!!
Nov 26, 2016 Rating
Part Four by: Aspen
The announcer yelled, "It's a TIE!"
I couldn't believe my ears nor my eyes. My horse and that man's stallion, it was crazy. So many people with microphones and cameras in my face asking me questions. It was like a once in a lifetime thing for two horses to TIE at the Preakness. Never happened in history. There have been close calls but never a tie.
The man who owned Oh Bop walked up to me. "You better figure out what you're doing," he shouts. "Either win or lose but keep out of my horse's way." He walks away.
I just stood there. He wanted to get under my skin but that ain't gonna happen. I’m not like that.
Many people wanted me to talk, I didn't want to. It's been a long day. I wanted to go home and think about what to do for the next race.
I knew it was Sure Fire Winner or no one to win the Triple Crown. He won the Kentucky Derby and now the Preakness. Well, sort of.
The days passed, Sure Fire Winner eats his normal amount of feed and just was being a dear. The groomer, Peter Henderson, Sure Fire Winner's best friend brushed him and loved him.
It was a beautiful morning and I walk out to the field as the groomer and my horse took a walk.
"How's he doing?" I ask.
"Good as always," Peter said doing big circles with the horse. Sure Fire Winner whinnied walking sideways and being frisky and hyper.
All of a sudden, I hear a honk. It was a semi with a trailer, a big trailer for a horse. I didn't know what was going on. I didn't have one clue.
The man rolled down his window and shouts out to me, "The Belmont Stakes are being arranged sooner than we thought. Instead of 2 weeks, it's a week, so let's get him loaded." The man jumps out opening up the doors to the trailer.
"But wait, they can't move the dates, THEY JUST CAN'T DO THAT. That’s against the rules of racing!" I yell glancing at Sure Fire Winner and Peter.
"They just did, Miss." The man says waving for Peter to lead Sure Fire Winner to the truck.
This is crazy. There is absolutely no way in the world my boy was ready to race.
"Just wait.. let me call the main office.. this is unbelievable and there's no way it's true." I run into the barn and dial the number.
5 minutes later, I knew it was a lie. I knew it couldn't be true and I was right. I called the main office and the women at front desk said the date was still on and wasn't changed, someone pulled my leg and was trying to get us messed up on the dates and probably miss the Belmont. NO WAY! Sure Fire Winner is definitely going to run in that race.
There was only one person I could think of, the man who owned Oh Bop, I knew he felt threatened but for someone to play a nasty trick like that wasn't on the ground with both feet.
I run out of the barn and started talking to the man with the semi. He couldn't believe it ether. That man was desperate to win the Belmont.
Nov 21, 2016 Rating
:D by: Aspen
Just posted the third part! Enjoy and please comment! :D
Nov 19, 2016 Rating
Second part by: Aspen
Please comment! Thanks! Part 3 soon!
Nov 18, 2016 Rating
More by: Glitter
Omg, I love this so much! Please write MORE. xD
Nov 17, 2016 Rating
more! by: hoofbeats
Please write more!!!
Nov 17, 2016 Rating
:D by: Aspen
I hope it's as good as the Fever story. Please comment and tell me what you think. Thank you!
