All was around placing there bets.
By the end of the race there will be so many debts.
They  weren’t counting on the new horse, even thou


gh Black Gypsy was in third place.
As the gun shot the horses took off and Black Gypsy made them look like a disgrace.
The sound of thundering hooves kicking up dust around the track was all that echoed.
As the race came to a end Black Gypsy crossed the line, slowed down to a halt curtseyed with head bowed.
The audience now set hypnotized, wondering the horses Sir Mastermind.

Written By: Rhonda Kendrick  (c)


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