Arklow the June {Horse-Race}

A Story by Abishai100

Investor turned race-advocate talks lyrical in-memoir of his grand praise of seeing his quickfoot-creature (Arklow) becoming a racing photo view.

A horse-race magic vignette. Happy Sunday,

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"I made $15M on Wall-St. during the '09 mini-crash (Ford) and decided to invest in the 'culture' of Churchill-Downs. Hooking up with the Ion horse-company, I decided to hand-select a beautiful black horse for a thought of crowns for American race-culture and named the miracle-creature Arklow. I named my Ion-horse after a Churchill-Downs micro-race upstart-dreamer who won and then became a millionaire. I wanted my Arklow to be a post-derby Summertime art-creature vision for June-month storytelling for my descendants (sure)."

COMPANY-RIVAL: My horse Seahorse shall make the cover of the national, fool.

ME: Nah...Arklow's got a triple-win anticipation worth a wage for winners, ha.

COMPANY-RIVAL: Arklow's too raw, all talent, not enough grit-ground sanity, pal.

ME: Nah...Arklow's got that swift black beauty 'consciousness' for rising to IQ.

COMPANY-RIVAL: What got you into the universe of racing and the creature, fool?

ME: Aha...let's say it was the whispering power of the horse, its ground gravity.

COMPANY-RIVAL: Arklow won't take a triple-win away from my Kentucky-co.

ME: Aha...you've got the word-vanities of magazine world knucklebones, eh?

COMPANY-RIVAL: Facebook-like.

ME: Arklow's taking a triple laurel ahead of my Hawaii-retirement view, sure.

"Arklow made me feel like a good-pupil of Churchill-Downs feel. I felt like a Wall-St. prince converted into a ground-run senses man, whispering to my creature for my new tie with Ion-co. for things Earthling, knucklebones, wage, and pure animalia jellybeans (for doubt). I felt my Selfie becoming a pairing for what made Arklow my projection June-month post-laurel(s) story-memory of Blue Planet languages."

WIFE: I was happy to leave Ukraine, fool.

ME: Arklow's June, and you're December, my-lady!

WIFE: Why December, my hubby?

ME: Hey, you became my mail-order-bride in wartime, and I craved Xmas-radio.

WIFE: Facebook-like.

"I retired to Hawaii as dreamed, and I knew Arklow would go on to other/bigger/more things, perhaps with the Ion-co. wreaths that saw the black beauty horse shine to levels of music post-win(s). I never forgot Arklow, even while enjoying films about elsewhere-Earth with my wife."

RACE-CAST: Good, it seems that Arklow and Crusader are just head-to-head through the early-goings and into midways-line of this grand Kentucky competition...but oh, look at Arklow suddenly surge after falling just a length-back post-Crusader stride and seemingly taking command of the home view distance...and yes, it is Arklow, Arklow, who's brought some quadratics for Ion-co. and Mr. Amlan Satan, the Slovak-Algerian Wall-St. prince who touted this race as his pre-Hawaii 'vision' of qualia (for all things worlds).