Phar Lap Page #3

Now, get back to the

stables. Get him fed.

Reckon I got my job back.

Gee, he's a rude old cow.

I wouldn't go back.

Better go. Bobby will fret.

Bobby?

Phar Lap.

See you later.

Those beggars who

reckon you can't run

are gonna get a shock today,

eh, old fella?

He's really starting to fill out, boss.

Hard work - puts muscle on.

Are you gonna watch the race?

I'll listen from down here.

Oh, don't give him more sugar!

He'll die of bloody diabetes

before his first race.

Harry, say hello to Mrs. Davis.

- Harry Telford.

- How do you do?

OK, let's take a look at him.

You said he was as ugly as a camel.

You should have

seen him a year ago.

So, I understand his training times

have been better recently, yeah?

When he's ridden hard.

He's still lazy.

Have you put any money on him?

- I don't bet.

- I see.

You're not exactly

oozing confidence, are ya?

I don't think I'll bet on him either.

- Oh, I'm gonna have a bet on him.

- Yeah?

- What's your name?

- Tom Woodcock, ma'am.

I'm Phar Lap's strapper.

- Do you think he'll win, Tom?

- I reckon he will.

As they pass

the 3-furlong post,

and Exact is the leader,

about a length and a half

in front of Memento.

Then Phar Lap, the newcomer,

the big red horse,

moving up on the outside.

Cabaret Girl on the inside of him,

followed then by Busham

and Rose Flight.

Coming up towards the home turn,

Phar Lap, rider having great trouble,

and Exact has kicked away -

about four to five lengths

in front of Cabaret Girl,

who's starting to make up ground,

with Memento on the inside.

And Phar Lap looks as if he is

going to hit the outside fence.

As they straighten up for

the run to the judge now

and Exact is four to five

lengths in front of Memento,

and Cabaret Girl

moving up on the outside,

and Phar Lap still racing wide.

With half a furlong

to go it's all Exact,

and Exact is going to win easily

about two lengths

in front of Cabaret Girl.

Memento third, a long distance then

to Busham from Rose Flight,

and Phar Lap ran last.

- Do you like it?

- Here, listen to this.

"The big 2-year-old Phar Lad..."

They can't even get

the horse's name right.

"...enhanced his reputation

for consistency

"by finishing last yet again."

He's a real smart guy,

this Bert Wolfe, huh?

Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart.

Gorgeous.

There's a boy.

Go on, let me get on

with it. Go on.

Alright, up we go.

Tommy.

You can take Phar Lap

out this morning.

I'm taking young Cappy

for a ride on Sally.

And work him hard.

- How's Lightning, Tommy?

- Good.

- Harry given up on him, has he?

- Yeah, he's still in bed.

You better hang onto him,

he might take off.

I wanna try something different

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