The Sport of Kings

[Hemming]

8D!

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There were butterflies fluttering in his stomach, but they were being munched on by little spiders of excitement. The silvery wolf grinned as he looked out across the race track, clutching the reins to his friend's horse and wondering how in the world he might avoid utter embarrassment. Hemming had never rode seriously before, and though Bayard had taken him on a few speedy circles through the crops back in AniWaya there was no serious exertion. Ember had words of encouragement, anyway, and it was very kind of her to lend precious Bayard for the task. Hopefully Bayard wouldn't mind the inexperienced rider on his back.       He was stirred from his thoughts by Jacquez's grand speech, and listened closely. The grin on his face widened even further as the King revealed the spoils. It wasn't Hemming's dream to win this race - he didn't even entertain the fantasy, actually - but the prize was quite curious! It shimmered in the sun and looked quite tempting indeed. And, of course, one could not argue with whiskey!       As the words ended, Hemming clasped his hands together and cast a few smiles at his fellow competitors and the spectators. Should he clap now? There was a bigger question on his mind, though: how in the world did he get himself into this?

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