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Midnight Mess was a black race horse, 

and he was excited. Today was going to 

be his big day. Today was his first race. 

But his owners had a secret. They 

knew he was so fast that he could set a 

new record, so they had entered him in 

a huge race. The two most famous 

competitors would be Cowie, a world 

famous brown horse, and Simie, a 

record setting bolt.

     Midnight Mess's trailer arrived at the race track. He 

pranced into the starting gate. "And they're off!" called 

the announcer, "I believe this is one of the best races 

yet! Cowie has taken the lead, as suspected. Wait a 

second, Midnight Mess is gaining! What's wrong with 

Simie, she's still in the gate! Oh I see, she's stumbled. 

What is this? Midnight Mess just passed Cowie. And 

they're nearly under the wire!"

      Suddenly Midnight Mess sped up even more! The 

crowd gasped as the new horse beat world famous 

Cowie and record setting Simie. "Why" said a shocked 

announcer, "Midnight Mess has won!"

It was in the newspaper! Headlines read "New Horse 

Wins Race!" and "Midnight Mess Wins Kentucky Derby!". 

Midnight Mess was thrilled! He teased the other horses 

about how great he was,and at first they were just 

proud of him. Then, he began to rub it in that he was 

the best, and that got to them. Soon Midnight Mess was 

without a single friend.

But Midnight Mess didn't care. To him, this simply 

meant he had nothing to lose. He bullied the other 

horses, teasing, kicking, being just plain rude. He 

called them names and said bad things about them. He 

insulted them all day long. His owners separated him 

from the others, but he felt just as proud of himself. 

He was still winning races. He had beat Simie. He had 

defeated Cowie. He had won the Kentucky Derby. Then 

he won the Preakness. Both were huge races. If he 

won the third, the Belmont Stakes, he would go down 

in history. Before that happened he would race again, 

just to prove himself to the world. But on that race day 

he felt very lonely, almost sick of loneliness...

He felt so lonely that he lost his race. He lost his 

winning streak. He lost his fans. He lost his glory in 

the winner's circle after each win. He cried afterward 

but no one cared to comfort him. He was now very 

alone, and it was now that he realized that he needed 

his friends. They would understand. After all, they had 

won and lost. They had gone from loved by all to 

slopping through mud in the retired paddock. The had 

stood in the winner's circle and been last under the 

wire. They would know what to do.

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