It was 10 o' clock when I awoke on the day of the race. Zeus and I were finally able to participate in our town's annual race that was being held in the Black Stallion Arena. I met Zeus and his overworked body on Horseshoe Avenue and headed towards the arena. The race starts at noon so we had a lot of time to kill. Walking alongside Zeus, who had his chest out as usual, started to gloat more about himself and the race.
"You know Ford, now that we're old enough to race, there's basically no competition anymore! I've been working out at 25 Hour Fitness every single day for three months straight! My accentuated calves are too toned to lose to any of these non-muscular geezers that we're racing against!" I discreetly rolled my eyes as he continued on boasting. "I've been waiting for this moment all my life! As a swole pony, I've always dreamt to be just as great as the legendary Dale Earndart, the greatest mustang racer of all time! All I need now is a rider that can handle my swoleness." Zeus's over confidence sometimes gets to me a little. It irritates me how he feels everything he expects to happens to him happens. Sometimes I question why I associate myself with someone who has such a big ego about themselves.
"Its not gonna be that easy though Zeus, you know that. And that's another thing, who are you gonna have as a rider? You haven't even thought about that one yet have you?" Zeus shot up with what looked like nervousness.
"Actually, I have thought about that Fordy," I hate it when he calls me that. "There's only one rider that I'd allow to ride these muscles and that's the equally muscular human Vikingpants. Only he and his muscular physique can handle this horsepower. I refuse to let anyone else ride me but there's no way he'll turn me down once he sees my traps and thighs."