The head took an incredible turn, which was still in the lead.

And now, they are less than 20 meters away from the end.

Such a distance is too short, so short that it is impossible for the sea dog to exceed the can, because they are almost the same speed, but the can seems to be faster.

"A miracle was born! This year's champion turned out to be an incredible pony!" The old man standing next to me shouted, spitting.

In the last ten meters of the runway, the can has exceeded the body of a furry dog.

The explosive power of this pony conquered everyone.

"Kava, take my clothes." I began to take off my coat.

There was no happy expression on Kava's face. He frowned and looked at the finish line, with a look of worry on his face.

It was almost winning, but this guy actually looked like he was looking for a thief.

"Boss, don't be anxious. Don't be anxious." Kava murmured with a stupid word.

Five meters! Three meters! Canned food is rushing towards the finish line quickly, and the distance between a horse has already made it a sure victory.

"can!"

"can!"

"can!"

Everyone is cheering for it! Everyone is cheering!

A new record will be born on this racetrack.

However, at the last moment, at the moment of rushing to the finish line, a more magical picture appeared than before!

If the canned food used its miraculous "death turn" to make people realize what magic is, then in just one time, its performance has put everyone in a state of dementia.

When the end point was less than one meter away, the can suddenly stopped and remained motionless!

The originally lagging sea dog rushed past it and won the final victory.

Horse racing competitions are often the most lively and cheering at the finish line. But this time, the field is silent!

People don’t understand why this horse, who is already sure to win, stops moving forward!

"What's going on!? What's going on!?"

"Why don't you run canned food??"

"What happened!?"

After recovering from the dementia state, the audience began to pull the people next to them to talk enthusiastically.

"Kava. What's going on?!" I was not happy because I escaped the fate of running naked. On the contrary, I was filled with reluctance and surprise.

The canned food was just now. It was really surprising.

And Kava seemed to have expected this to happen.

He looked up at the sky and breathed a sigh of relief, "It seems that the can hasn't recovered yet."

"What does it mean?!" I didn't understand very well.

Kava smiled and said, "Boss, this matter is a long story. Let's talk about it when we have dinner in the evening. Besides, even if the canned food has not won the competition, I am already very satisfied with its results."

Looking at Kava's face, I didn't know what to say for a moment.

But from Kava's tone, I seemed to hear that a lot must have happened in the canned ground.

Kava and I walked through the crowd and walked to the middle of the venue.

The rider named House was heading us with a can full of sweat. Many spectators came over to surround House and asked him why the can stop and run. House just shook his head and said nothing.

Kava and I squeezed into the crowd. We finally got the House and the cans out, and then we walked towards the back of the racecourse.

After passing through several streets, I came to a large building.

There is a large subway gate with a large area of ​​grass and a horse ring inside.

"Boss, please come in. This is the place I bought. The area is not large and it cannot be compared with your villa." Kava smiled.

The three men led their horses into the iron gate and came into a huge land horse circle.

"Kava, it cost a lot of money for you to buy this manor?" I looked at the manor that was not big but very exquisitely, and nodded.

"Boss, I'll tell you, in order to buy this manor, I have spent all my savings." Kava squeezed her eyes.

This family usually receives a salary. I previously received a considerable salary for acting in "Dance with Wolves". In addition, I didn't spend much money, so I must have saved a lot of money in my bank account, so I suddenly invested all of them in this manor. I never thought of it.

"You guy, you bought a manor but didn't even tell me!" I pulled a chair and sat in the stable. I began to look at it carefully.

The stables are not big, with five or six rooms. Each room can accommodate a horse. One of them has a white horse, and the others are empty.

Kava and House walked into the stable with the can. The two took off their clothes and put the can on the ground, and then began to rub and rub the can on the can.

"Kava, what are you doing?" I was very curious.

Kava smiled and said, "For a horse racing, they will consume a lot of physical strength every time they compete. The muscles and bones may be damaged in a certain way. This requires us to massage and relax and let its stiff muscles gradually relax. This is equivalent to a hospital restoration therapy. If this is not the case, it will take a long time to race the horse."

It turns out that there are so many tricks here.

Kava and House massaged the canned food to relax. The canned food was lying on the ground and let them move, with a look of enjoyment.

In the end, I became interested and squatted down to take action.

Three big men gave a horse massage and chatted while pressing.

"Kava, you're going to win the can just named, why did you stop suddenly and not leave??" I asked a question that had long been under my heart.

This question made House next to him sigh.

Kava smiled bitterly and said, "Boss, do you really want to know?"

"Of course." I nodded vigorously.

Kava sat on the ground, whipping her two fists to beat the canned legs, and said, "Actually, canned food is very different from ordinary horses."

Nonsense. Of course I know that canned food is different from ordinary land horses! If it were ordinary land horses, could it be so outstanding just now?!

Kava looked at the can and murmured: "One day, I was wandering around Santia. A game just ended and the people had not dispersed yet. I originally planned to drive back to the company, but I was walking.

There were a group of people in front of me.”

"The sound of whips came from inside, and there was a whine of horses. I was curious and squeezed up to see what was going on."

"I saw a man whipping a whip and sucking a horse desperately. The horse was tied to a tree and was sucked all over his body."

"I think people treat horses like this. They are too much, so I went up and stopped the man."

"Kava. The horse you mentioned is just canned?" I understood a little,

Kava nodded: "Not bad, it's just can."

"Why did that man smoke cans?!" I was a little angry.

Although canned food is ugly, it is still a horse after all. How can you treat a horse like this?

Kava did not answer my question immediately, but asked me a question: "Boss, do you know what a waste horse is?"

"Abandoned horse? Is it abandoned horse?" I guessed.

Kava shook her head.

Dihous next to him took the conversation and said, "There is a type of horse racing. Usually, the owner naturally hopes that it can win the competition and get the prize. But the waste horse is exactly the opposite."

"Does anyone hope that their landmas will not win?" I can't figure it out.

House smiled and said, "There are different from the ordinary horse racing. These horses are usually eliminated for various reasons. There is only one reason for the existence of the land, that is, to be a sparring horse."

"Schooling? Horses and training?" I laughed.

House did not laugh, but instead showed a sad look on his face: "These horses are not eaten well and live well, and people try to torture it, and then pull it to compete with those horses, and the result is conceivable. Natural horse racing beats the race, and in this way, the horse trainers can cultivate the confidence of those high-quality horses. And abandoning horses is nothing more than the soil."

Listening to House's words, I understood the life experience of canned food.

When you touch its fur, you can see whip marks on it. These whip marks were left behind by the skin that had been plucked before. No one knows how much bitter it has suffered.

Kava said in a deep voice: "That day, I walked over and grabbed the man's whip and asked him why he beat a horse desperately. He told me that the horse had a bad temper. He ate more and drank more and let him be a sparring trainer. Sometimes he ran to the front of the horse racing."

"I looked at the horse tied to a tree that was about to be beaten to death. It was pitifully small, so thin that I could see my ribs, my body was sucked with wounds, and blood was covered with. Such a horse was so far from a real horse racing. But when I saw its eyes, I was shocked!"

"Boss. I have seen thousands of horses on the Indianapolis grassland. But I have never seen any horse-drawn eyes as deep, sad, firm, and calm as canned!"

"That day, it infected me with its eyes and almost made me cry!"

"At that time, it was no longer a horse, but an old friend with a story!"

"I sold him out of the man's hands for $50, and heard the whole story of canned food from there."

"Speaking of this, the mother of canned food is still a purebred racehorse, and she is a member of the Jefferson racehorse. After the canned food was born, it was very optimistic. The owner hoped that it could become a racehorse."

"But the foals in other places are growing taller and taller, but canned food grows slowly. Three years later, when other foals become tall horses, the canned food is a small matter. When it reaches one meter four, it will not grow at all. A horse that is only one meter four cannot be used as a racing horse."

"Not only are they short, they can also eat very well. Their daily appetite is comparable to that of two racing horses. After eating and drinking, they lie in the stable and sleep. If others lead them, they will lose their temper."

"This guy has a bad temper and has kicked many people in the stable. He has bitten other land horses. Once, it hurt his master's only son, and the guy sold him in anger."

"Cans are handed over to people who run horse racing in different places, and people are not interested in such a pony, and in the end, it becomes a waste horse."

"No one knows how much pain it has suffered. The wounds on the ground are all hit by people, and the knees have also been injured."
To be continued...