The only horse I ever backed turned and ran the other way.
At the very start it turned and jumped a fence and was gone from sight!
A week later I saw it, high in the mountains, still going strong; it
leapt a huge chasm and disappeared into the mist.
About a year later I saw it struggling through heavy seas, far from land
but looking good; looking good.
Years passed and then I saw it galloping through a terrible fire. I saw
it crossing a great desert. I saw it chased by mad dogs. I saw it in a
green pasture; it was looking good - looking good.
The horse I backed took a different course.
Michael Leunig