Lining up the horses were the jockeys,
small,
agile,
frantic somehow.
Frantic because the races were to begin.
One of these (men I mean),
stood by.
Unattentive he was,
as one of the four legged creeped up behind him.
The clever beast,
knowing the repercussions,
flipped open the lock of the stables.
They stormed the field neighing and celebrating,
pretending all to be winners.
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