MORVICH 



Part II 

 UNDEFEATED 



What pride was mine, what joy, what elation, 

 as I returned to the stables after winning the 

 Suffolk Stakes that May day back in 1921. 

 Victory is sweet in any case, but doubly sweet 

 it was to me, who had been regarded as the 

 cull of the stables, a horse upon which it was 

 not worth venturing a dollar in that race, even 

 though the odds stood at 50 to 1. 



Ah, thought I, prancing a little for very 

 delight in life, now those humans who were 

 my masters would change their opinion of me. 

 Now they would no longer regard me as 

 awkward, so ungainly, with such great knees, 

 that I could never become a racehorse. Their 

 eyes would be opened. At the very least they 

 would regard me as a freak horse, built not 

 on the trimmest lines, perhaps, yet able to run 



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