HORSE RACING

There was a horse race once. There were many racers, but #91 and #95 seemed to stand out a little more. The race started with great energy. Everyone raced off to the track. Laps after laps, the competition continued fiercely. Eventually, 91 took the lead, and not just by a small margin. 95 noticed it, but he didn’t care. He kept at his pace. The race carried on, 91 was winning, but then, suddenly, he fell off the horse. 91 fell off and went tumbling on the ground. He didn’t take long to recover, but when he did, his horse had already gone ahead. With no more horse, 91 was lost. He felt small in front of the hundreds of other horses suddenly racing past him. He kept standing there, and eventually his eyes caught 95. 95 was now in the lead, but he had never changed his pace. More and more kept falling like 91. 91 decided, it wasn’t too late. He ran out of the stadium, found a new horse, and rushed back. But by the time he returned, it was too late. The race kept going on and on and on, but 91 never caught up. He kept racing, kept falling, and kept losing his horse.