Alright, alright, let me tell ya’ll about this here horse, Leslie’s Rose. Don’t know much about fancy horse talk, but I’ll tell ya what I know, the way I know how.
Now, they say she’s a filly, a young gal horse, just three years old. Comes from America, trained by some fella named Todd Pletcher. Sounds like a big shot name, must be good at what he does, makin’ horses run fast and all.
Heard tell her mama was called Wildwood Rose, from over the water in Ireland. Guess that makes Leslie’s Rose a bit fancy, huh? But don’t let that fool ya, this horse is tough, she runs hard, real hard.
Leslie’s Rose, she ain’t just any horse, no sir. Her daddy is named Into Mischief, now that’s a name you don’t forget. Seems like Mischief runs in the family, this horse got spirit, that’s for sure.
- Filly: A young female horse.
- Todd Pletcher: The fella who trains Leslie’s Rose, some say he’s good at it.
- Into Mischief: That’s her daddy’s name, seems like a playful fella.
- Wildwood Rose: That’s Leslie’s Rose’s mama, comes from a far-off land called Ireland.
They say she had a race once, didn’t go so well. Lost it, they say. But that didn’t stop her, no siree. That loss, it taught her somethin’. Made her stronger, made her run faster, that’s what they say. Like when you fall down in the mud, you gotta get up and brush yourself off, right?
Then comes this big race, the Ashland, they call it. Lots of money on the line, almost six hundred thousand dollars. That’s enough to buy a whole lot of hay, let me tell ya. Big race, fancy folks watchin’, everybody holdin’ their breath.
And wouldn’t you know it, Leslie’s Rose, she showed ’em. She run like the wind, that horse did. Fast as a greased piglet, that’s how fast. Left them other horses in the dust, eating her dirt.
The race wasn’t easy, though. They say it all started happening ’round the quarter pole. That’s when things got real interestin’. Leslie’s Rose, she put her head down and she run. She run like she was chasin’ a runaway chicken, and ain’t nothin’ faster than a chicken when it don’t wanna be caught.
Folks were cheerin’, hollerin’, bettin’ their money. I bet some folks were bitin’ their nails down to the quick, worryin’ if their horse would win. But Leslie’s Rose, she didn’t disappoint. She crossed that finish line first, strong and proud.
Now, I don’t know much about horse racin’, but I know a winner when I see one. And Leslie’s Rose, she’s a winner alright. She’s got that fire in her belly, that somethin’ special that makes a horse great. She reminds me of that ol’ rooster we had back on the farm. Always struttin’ around like he owned the place, and he usually did.
They say she’s gonna have more races, gonna run against even tougher horses. But I reckon she’ll do just fine. She’s got the heart of a champion, that horse does. She’s tough, she’s fast, and she don’t give up easy. That’s what it takes to win, in horse racin’ and in life.
So next time you hear about Leslie’s Rose, remember what I told ya. She’s a special horse, one of a kind. And she’s gonna keep on runnin’, keep on winnin’, and keep on makin’ us proud. She’s a fighter, a runner, and a darn good horse. And that’s all there is to it. She runs and runs fast, just like when I’m chasing after my grand kids, they’re speedy little things, but not as fast as Leslie’s Rose, I bet.
Remember the name, Leslie’s Rose. She’s going places, that horse is. And I, for one, can’t wait to see what she does next. Gonna keep an eye on her, that’s for sure. Maybe even put a dollar or two on her next race, if I can find a bookie who don’t mind an old woman’s bets. Now, you go on and tell your friends about Leslie’s Rose. She’s a horse worth knowing, worth watching, and worth remembering. And that’s the truth, plain and simple, just like I like it.
