Well, let me tell ya ’bout this horse, Hezgothelook Z. Folks are makin’ a big fuss over him, and lemme tell ya, it ain’t for nothin’. He’s a Quarter Horse, ya know, the kind that’s built for speed, like a little rocket on four legs.
Now, I ain’t no expert on horse racin’, but even I can see this fella’s somethin’ special. They say he won somethin’ called the Triple Crown. Imagine that! Ain’t been done in donkey’s years, they say, like 43 years or somethin’. That’s a long time, even for an old gal like me.
This Hezgothelook Z, he’s a gelding, which means, well, never you mind what that means. Just know he’s all about runnin’ and nothin’ else. His daddy was a horse named Favorite Cartel. Sounds fancy, huh? Guess good racin’ runs in the family, just like how my grandma could bake the best darn apple pie you ever did see.
They raced him in a 440-yard race, and that’s pretty far, let me tell ya. Further than I’d wanna walk, that’s for sure! And he won! Not just once, but a bunch of times. They say he’s earned a whole heap of money, somethin’ like $2,358,000. Land sakes, that’s more money than I’ve seen in my whole life!
This race, the All American Futurity, they say it’s a big deal for two-year-old horses. It’s held at a place called the Downs of Albuquerque. I ain’t never been there, but I heard it’s a fancy place with lots of people screamin’ and yellin’ for their favorite horse. Must be quite a sight, all those folks gettin’ riled up over a bunch of horses runnin’ in a circle.
- He’s a Quarter Horse.
- He won the Triple Crown.
- His daddy was Favorite Cartel.
- He won a lot of money.
Now, some folks talk about horses gettin’ sick. Poor things. They mentioned somethin’ called Rhodococcus equi infection. Sounds nasty, like somethin’ you’d catch from a dirty chicken coop. They give the horses somethin’ called azithromycin or rifampin to make ‘em better. Good thing they got medicine for them, just like we got our cough syrup and whatnot.
Hezgothelook Z, though, he seems strong as an ox. Runnin’ like the wind and winnin’ all them races. People are callin’ him a champion, a real winner. And I guess he is. It takes a lot of grit and gumption to run that fast and beat all them other horses. Makes ya proud, even if ya ain’t got nothin’ to do with it.
Folks are sayin’ he’s only the second horse in history to win this Triple Crown thing. Imagine that! Second one ever! That’s like bein’ the second person to ever bake an apple pie, only way more excitin’, I reckon. He’s somethin’ special alright. This Hezgothelook Z, he’s got the look, the speed, and the heart of a champion. And that’s somethin’ to crow about, even if you’re just an old lady like me who don’t know much about fancy horse racin’.
This horse, he’s made history, they say. And I believe ’em. He’s a winner, plain and simple. And that’s all there is to it.
Tags: Hezgothelook Z, Quarter Horse, Triple Crown, Favorite Cartel, All American Futurity, Horse Racing, Downs of Albuquerque, Rhodococcus equi, Azithromycin, Rifampin
