The Racehorse
The gelding leaped forward as he felt the jocky's heels dig into his sides. He wasnt fast enough. The other mares and geldings shot ahead of him, and he pushed himself as hard as he could as the whip stung his shoulder over and over. He could hear the jocky swearing under his breath. He could sense the anger boiling inside of him. He could see the punishment that had picked off horse after horse. The finish appeared in front of him, and he shot forward. He came in last.
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The gelding was lead behind the barn. A sharp click sounded by his head. Followed by a bang. And his world went black.
Racehorses who are deamed useless are often killed by a shot to the head. These horses often live a short life from being over-raced, and it is not uncommon for a horse to break a leg during these races. Please dont support horseracing.
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