As the management sat around what could only be called a round table in a dimly lit room with the odor of burning candles lingering, they were beset with a most terrible dilemma.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>With the addition of slot machines into their fair race track they simply had too much money.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>With the king\u2019s taxman coming soon to collect, they simply had to find a home for the excess spoils.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>A grade one race was said in a hushed tone, which they all nodded in agreement.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>From the other end of the round table a question was asked.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>\u201cBy what name shall our grade one be known across all of the land?\u201d\u00a0 <\/SPAN>From another side of the room, \u201cwhat restrictions shall be placed on our honest competitors?\u201d\u00a0 <\/SPAN>The large imposing man at the head of the table slowly rose from his seat, and loudly proclaimed, \u201cOur noble contest shall be known as the Lannister Special from this day forth.\u201d\u00a0 <\/SPAN>The problem of what restrictions to place on the race still hung like a heavy cloud above the group.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>Finally a man in a robe spoke from a dark corner to the large gentleman at the head of the table, \u201cyou know what must be done?\u201d\u00a0 <\/SPAN>The large man rose, and made his way to a large portrait on the wall, and lifted the painting.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>Behind the painting was a vault that clearly was from a time far in the past.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>From the vault a book of great age was taken.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>As the man made his way back to the table a dark mood had been cast about the room.<\/P> \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/SPAN>For what seemed like an eternity they sat, afraid to break the silence for their noble contest was still without restrictions.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>With authority the man spoke, \u201cit is time my fellow friends.\u201d\u00a0 <\/SPAN>As the cover was opened the title could be read, The Holy Book of Conditions was in view for mere moments.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>Ceremoniously the large man carefully turned page after page until suddenly he stopped.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>He began to read.\u00a0 <\/SPAN><\/P> From the Holy Book of Conditions:<\/P> \u201cThou shall make races that are six panels contested on natural earth for 500,000 shillings restricted to horses that have lived upon the earth for six years.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>For five years is one too few years lived and seven years is one too many years lived.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>The number is six years, four is two too few, and eight is two too many.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>Three or nine is way off and shall be forgotten.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>For this contest to be eternally blessed, the noble beasts that run for contest must only have been on this Earth for six years, and six years is the number.\u201d<\/P> The head gentleman rose and spoke, \u201cWe know the task before us now gentle folk.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>We must find the noble creature that will win the Lannister Special.\u201d\u00a0 <\/SPAN>Into the night they made their way with coconut shells clomping in the background.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>With the full moon lighting their way they stop at a small cottage in a clearing.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>They knock and Villas awakens and wanders to the door to answer the late night callers. <\/P> Group- Good Sir, your noble steed Came AP (PP 8)(16\/1)<\/STRONG> has been entered, but for what reasons are you sending him to contest?\u00a0 <\/SPAN><\/P> Villas<\/EM><\/STRONG>– He has tasted victory five times, he is worthy.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>He has treasure in excess of 121K, he is brave.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>Came AP<\/STRONG> has covered a contest with a 105 speed, he is quick of foot.\u00a0\u00a0 <\/SPAN><\/P> Group- Villas<\/EM><\/STRONG>, we find your noble steed to be all of these things indeed, but he has yet to challenge the best in the land, and his quickest contest is not quick enough.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>We must move on for this is not the creature to take the top prize.<\/P> The group rode but a short distance and came upon a large dwelling with a larger stable.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>Eager to see if this was the final destination, they knocked.<\/P> Group- Awaken Wemblem<\/EM><\/STRONG>, it is the business of your noble steed Lord Hornblower (PP 12)(14\/1)<\/STRONG> we wish to discuss.<\/P> Wemblem<\/STRONG><\/EM>– What business have you with him, he has done you no harm.<\/P> Group- We wish to find the answer to the question we must know.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>Is he the one?<\/P> Wemblem<\/EM><\/STRONG>–\u00a0 <\/SPAN>He is the one.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>He has conquered many, and has spoils of over 370K.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>He has won multiple stakes.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>He is the one.<\/P> Group- Good sir, do not try to deceive us.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>Your steed, while very talented does not like the brown stuff much.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>The grass which the sun grows is his favorite mode of travel, and six panels is much to short of a jaunt.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>Find him a turf race at a mile good sir and you shall be rewarded, for this contest is not for him.<\/P> Off into the night the group rode, hoping the next door they visited might be the last.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>A journey that was surely becoming a quest.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>A light in the night alerted them of their next stop.<\/P> Group- Gentle person we come seeking an audience with Leave it to Dooter (PP 10)(19\/1)<\/STRONG>.<\/P> Cut2004<\/EM><\/STRONG>– My noble steed is a son of the great Jolie\u2019s Halo<\/U>, his blood is blue, and his greatness is known.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>He is competing for the 40th<\/SUP> time, he is tested and will prevail.<\/P> Group- I am sorry friend, but he is not the one we seek.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>His blood is of noble decadency, that is true, but he does not carry the fire of his father.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>He has bested no stakes contests, and his best effort of a 100 will surely not be enough.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>Good luck in your biddings, but we must move on.\u00a0 <\/SPAN><\/P> The quest continued into the night as a heavy fog enveloped the group.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>A large fire in the distance was barely seen, but seen none the less.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>A group of stable boys was warming by the fire.\u00a0 <\/SPAN><\/P> Group- Where might we find the scoundrel Westbywest<\/EM><\/STRONG>?<\/P> Stableboys- Why he is in the manor of course.<\/P> Group- Westbywest<\/EM><\/STRONG>, show yourself, you have entered a beast you call Westbywest<\/STRONG>– I have good sirs, and he shall conquer all.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>He has won with stakes company, he has run 110+, and he is well prepared for this week.<\/P> Group- Good lord man, have you no shame?\u00a0 <\/SPAN>He has been bested by 31 lengths his last two endeavors, he has beaten only six of 28 horses in the same.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>\u00a0<\/SPAN>How are we to find him the one when you have yet to find the proper distance and surface for him to excel?\u00a0 <\/SPAN>Yet his best efforts of his past could be enough to prevail, but alas, those efforts only paint him to be a seven panel specialist.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>Perhaps we have misjudged you, a scoundrel you are not, but nor shall you prevail this week.\u00a0 <\/SPAN><\/P> The group traveled on, coconut shells clomping, arms burning.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>A small inn was soon in their sight and with it their next prospect.\u00a0 <\/SPAN><\/P> Koolaid<\/EM><\/STRONG>– Quite late for callers is it not?\u00a0 <\/SPAN>Tis past one in the morn fine sirs.\u00a0 <\/SPAN><\/P> Group- Our urgency has bested our good sense, but we must see Smokentate (PP 4)(13\/1).<\/STRONG>\u00a0 <\/SPAN>He could be the one as our quest has dictated.\u00a0 <\/SPAN><\/P> Koolaid<\/EM><\/STRONG>– Mine fine steed has bested graded competitors in the past, and has won countless contests with bounty enough to fill a small castle.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>He is of regal family lines.<\/P> Group- While his star has shone bright in the past, his time has come and gone.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>50 previous efforts have drained the brilliance of his once great future which has become his past.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>He has tasted victory but once in 18 months.\u00a0 <\/SPAN><\/P> Koolaide<\/EM><\/STRONG>– Surly his class among these ordinary foes shall be enough.<\/P> Group- While you have a kind heart, we must face the truth.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>Smokentate<\/STRONG> was great, but these are now the stories of yore, and the present offers no refunds for time on Earth.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>The day soon will come when one must make the difficult decision to turn your once proud horse into a damsel of the he-mare variety.<\/P> With great sorrow in their hearts the group rod on.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>For they thought Smokentate<\/STRONG> was the one, but only victories of the past produced the glow of greatness.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>A small house on the outskirts of town was next.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>A knock was made, and a knock was answered.<\/P> Group- Kelsorules<\/EM><\/STRONG>, we have come seeking an audience with your fine horse Flying Solo (PP 1)(10\/1)<\/STRONG> who surely is named after a young lads favorite pastime.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>He has had many contests and could be the one.\u00a0 <\/SPAN><\/P> Kelsorules<\/EM><\/STRONG>– Friends, while I have entered many battles with my fine beast, it is no longer glory we seek.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>We only long for the race.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>To prepare, to give one\u2019s all, to tell the tales of races past is what we long for now.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>Of course we still want every stinking breeding point we can score, but our days of stakes hunting are long in the past.\u00a0 <\/SPAN><\/P> Group- He has run glorious speeds in the past, he could be the one.<\/P> Kelsorules<\/EM><\/STRONG>– He will give a fine effort gentle folk, but he is not who you seek.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>Six furlongs is simply to short a test for my weathered friend, longer he must go to win.<\/P> On into the night the group moved coconuts shells clomping away.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>Along the trial they spotted a horse and rider moving towards town and the track.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>This was not an ordinary horse, for it was decorated in bright colors with the number 2 on his saddle cloth.<\/P> Group- We have ridden many hours seeking the one, might you be Tejanoroy<\/EM><\/STRONG>?<\/P> Tejanoroy<\/EM><\/STRONG>– I am, and you are not seeking me, but my horse Holland Park (PP2)(6\/1).<\/STRONG><\/P> Group- You are wise friend, perhaps you could help us determine how these coconut shells made their way to the fine state of Pennsylvania?<\/P> Tejanoroy<\/EM><\/STRONG>– Swallows of course, most likely of the African breed, but what has that to do with my horse?<\/P> Group- Nothing wise one, but of your steed we are troubled.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>He clearly is an outstanding horse, and could win, but we do not see his future ending in the circle of winners. <\/P> Tejanoroy<\/STRONG>– He can win.<\/P> Group- While he can win, there are many dark forces fighting this outcome.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>He has been good three contests in a row, and that leads to the terrible plague called the big bounce. His talent is great, but no force can stop the big bounce.\u00a0 <\/SPAN>We must now big you a fond farewell as the hour is late, and still we have not found the one.