Once upon a time there was a beautiful gray horse who carried a warrior to battle. The horse and its rider had trained hard and long until the horse felt that its rider was an extension of himself.

Finally, the day of the big battle came, and the horse and rider went to meet the foe. During the battle the horse felt that the rider was an extension of himself. He shielded him from the enemies arrow, stepped on those who wielded a sword, and skillfully dodged the long, sharp spears.

Of course they vanquished the enemy and the rider turned his horse to ride home victoriously. Amid the cries and shouts of excitement the rider rode in praise and splendor, exulting and shouting, "Victoreee!! Victoreeeee!! Victoreeeeeeee!!

The horse, too, felt glad and wanted to prance a little to show his joy at having supported a winner, for he felt that his rider was an extension of himself. He started.

The rider "whammed" the horse upside his head and commanded the steed to be still. "Walk. Don't prance! Can't you see that I'm rejoicing in victory? Stop your foolishness!"

The horse felt very sad as he watched the victorious rider select a white horse to ride in the victory march while he was taken back to the stable and chained.

That night the horse died. The arrow, the sword, or the spear did not have the effect of killing him. The riders attitude for the horse, who, of course, had felt himself an extension of his rider, did.

!horse your remember ,win you When

jt(1984)